Oh, for the time when I shall sleep br Without identity, br And never care how rain may steep, br Or snow may cover me! br No promised heaven these wild desires br Could all, or half, fulful; br No threatened hell, with quenchless fires, br Subdue this quenchless will! br br So said I, and still say the same; br Still, to my death, will say— br Three gods within this little frame br Are warring night and day: br Heaven could not hold them all, and yet br They all are held in me; br And must be mine till I forget br My present entity! br br Oh, for the time when in my breast br Their struggles will be o'er! br Oh, for the day when I shall rest, br And never suffer more!br br Emily Jane Brontëbr br