No Coward Soul Is Mine

(2. sijecanj 1846. / Jan. 2, 1846)

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Emily Brontë has been called one of the great English lyric poets and has found admirers among other poets.
She is credited as one of the major sources of inspiration for Emily Dickinson poetry.
Emily Dickinson thought so highly of Emily Brontë's poetry that she chose "No coward soul is mine" to be read at her funeral.

Najveca americka pjesnikinja Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) posebno je voljela pjesmu "No Coward Soul Is Mine" (Moja dusa nije kukavica)
engleske pjesnikinje Emily Brontë (1818 - 1849).
Oprastajuci se od Emily Dickinson, na njenom jednostavnom i kratkom sprovodu, Thomas Wentworth Higginson procitao je ovu pjesmu.

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       No coward soul is mine
           No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere;
                 see Heaven's glories shine,
               And Faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

     O God within my breast,
       Almighty, ever-present Deity!
         Life — that in me has rest,
           As I — undying Life — have power in Thee!

                 Vain are the thousand creeds
             That move men's hearts — unutterably vain;
         Worthless as withered weeds,
       Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

         To waken doubt in one
       Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
     So surely anchored on
   The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
     Thy spirit animates eternal years
         Pervades and broods above,
               Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
     And suns and universes ceased to be,
         And Thou were left alone,
               Every existence would exist in Thee.

         There is not room for Death,
               Nor atom that his might could render void;
                   Thou — Thou art Being and Breath,
                         And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Emily Brontë

(1818 - 1849)