Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Lovely poem I've loved ,lived and felt...


Hello to anyone who has opened this page and seen my blog ! (I bet it's no one yet :S  ) Anyways i just wanted to share a poem from the Victorian era where fantastic exists !

It's tragic , I know , but I know what the poet feels because I actually live what she'd been through right now ! So, I'm pretty inspired by it and..there it is :) I hope you like it as much as I do !

I Am the Only Being Whose Doom

BY EMILY JANE BRONTË
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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