{"id":72,"date":"2003-07-31T19:06:31","date_gmt":"2003-08-01T03:06:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jokeofalltrades.com\/root\/?p=72"},"modified":"2003-07-31T19:06:31","modified_gmt":"2003-08-01T03:06:31","slug":"i-am-the-only-being-whose-doom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/2003\/07\/31\/i-am-the-only-being-whose-doom\/","title":{"rendered":"I Am The Only Being Whose Doom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nPardon me while I indulge in just a touch of wistful self-loathing, made beautiful by my dear friend Miss Emily Bront&euml;:\n<\/p>\n<blockquote cite=\"http:\/\/www.randomhouse.com\/knopf\/poetry\/catalog\/display.pperl?isbn=0679447253\">\n<p class=\"verse\">\nI am the only being whose doom<br \/>\nNo tongue would ask no eye would mourn<br \/>\nI never caused a thought of gloom<br \/>\nA smile of joy since I was born\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">\nIn secret pleasure&#8212;secret tears<br \/>\nThis changeful life has slipped away<br \/>\nAs friendless after eighteen years<br \/>\nAs lone as on my natal day\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">\nThere have been times I cannot hide<br \/>\nThere have been times when this was drear<br \/>\nWhen my sad soul forgot its pride<br \/>\nAnd longed for one to love me here\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">\nBut those were in the early glow<br \/>\nOf feelings not subdued by care<br \/>\nAnd they have died so long ago<br \/>\nI hardly now believe they were\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">\nFirst melted off the hope of youth<br \/>\nThen Fancy&#8217;s rainbow fast withdrew<br \/>\nAnd then experience told me truth<br \/>\nIn mortal bosoms never grew\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">\n&#8217;Twas grief enough to think mankind<br \/>\nAll hollow servile insincere&#8212;<br \/>\nBut worse to trust to my own mind<br \/>\nAnd find the same corruption there\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>\nThank you, Emily. <em>I shall always treasure the times we spent together.<\/em>\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"np\">\nNP: Taking Back Sunday, <i>Cut From The Team<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pardon me while I indulge in just a touch of wistful self-loathing, made beautiful by my dear friend Miss Emily Bront&euml;: 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&#8212;secret tears [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}