Here you will find the Poem A Dramatic Fragment of poet Charles Lamb
'Fie upon't! All men are false, I think. The date of love Is out, expired, its stories all grown stale, O'erpast, forgotten, like an antique tale Of Hero and Leander.' -John Woodvil All are not false. I knew a youth who died For grief, because his Love proved so, And married with another. I saw him on the wedding-day,- For he was present in the church that day, In festive bravery decked, As one that came to grace the ceremony,- I marked him when the ring was given: His Countenance never changed; And, when the priest pronounced the marriage blessing, He put a silent prayer up for the bride- For so his moving lip interpreted. He came invited to the marriage-feast With the bride's friends, And was the merriest of them all that day: But they who knew him best called it feigned mirth; And others said He wore a smile like death upon his face. His presence dashed all the beholders' mirth, And he went away in tears. What followed then? O then He did not, as neglected suitors use, Affect a life of solitude in shades, But lived In free discourse and sweet society Among his friends who knew his gentle nature best. Yet ever, when he smiled, There was a mystery legible in his face; But whoso saw him, said he was a man Not long for this world- And true it was; for even then The silent love was feeding at his heart, Of which he died; Nor ever spoke word of reproach; Only, he wished in death that his remains Might find a poor grave in some spot not far From his mistress' family vault-being the place Where one day Anna should herself be laid.