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I Am The Only Being Whose Doom

By Emily Bronte

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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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About Emily Bronte

Emily Brontë (1818–1848) was an English novelist and poet best known for "Wuthering Heights." Her poetry—intense, visionary, and often exploring themes of nature, death, and spiritual longing—was praised by critics after her early death at age 30.

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