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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE BANNOCKS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS THE PARSON'S LOOKS by ROBERT BURNS |