I AM THE ONLY BEING

Emily Jane Bronte 1818-48

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

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