'Tis not the air I wished to play,
The strain I wished to sing;
My wilful spirit slipped away
And struck another string.
I neither wanted smile nor tear,
Bright joy nor bitter woe,
But just a song that sweet and clear,
Though haply sad, might flow.
-- Charlotte Bronte
(in The Things That Matter:
An Anthology of Women's Spiritual Poetry,
edited by Julia Neuberger)