Here you will find the Poem The Confidant of poet Charles Lamb
Anna was always full of thought As if she'd many sorrows known, Yet mostly her full heart was fraught With troubles that were not her own; For the whole school to Anna used to tell Whatever small misfortunes unto them befell. And being so by all beloved, That all into her bosom poured Their dearest secrets, she was moved To pity all-her heart a hoard, Or storehouse, by this means became for all The sorrows can to girls of tender age befall. Though individually not much Distress throughout the school prevailed, Yet as she shared it all, 'twas such A weight of woe that her assailed, She lost her colour, loathed her food, and grew So dull, that all their confidence from her withdrew. Releasëd from her daily care, No longer listening to complaint, She seems to breathe a different air, And health once more her cheek does paint. Still Anna loves her friends, but will not hear Again their list of grievances which cost so dear.
