Thursday, November 20, 2008

My all time Favourite

I am the only being whose doom,
No tongue will 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 changful life has sliped away,
As friendless after eighteen years,
As alone as on my natal day...

There have been times I can not hide,
There have been times, when this was drear,
When my sad soul forgot its pride,
And longed for oneto love me here...

But those were in 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 truthI!
mortal bosoms never grow...

It was grief enough to think mainkind
All hollow, servile, insincere;
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there...

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue will ask no eye would mourn.

Poetess: Emily Bronte

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