I Am The Only Being Whose Doom

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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

© Emily Jane Brontë