I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born 

In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day 

There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here 

But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were 

First melted off the hope of youth
Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew 

'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere -
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there 

Poet: Emily Bronte
Poem: "I am the only being whose doom..."

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