Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

 Riches I hold in light esteem,
     And Love I laugh to scorn;
     And lust of fame was but a dream,
     That vanished with the morn:

     And if I pray, the only prayer
     That moves my lips for me
     Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
     And give me liberty!"

     Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
     'Tis all that I implore;
     In life and death a chainless soul,
     With courage to endure.