| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1020. To a Hurt Child |
| | | By Grace Denio Litchfield |
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| WHAT, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I; | |
| Cut to the heart; | |
| Though I may neither moan nor cry, | |
| To ease the smart. | |
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| Where was it, Love? Just here! So wide | 5 |
| Upon your cheek! | |
| Oh happy pain that needs no pride, | |
| And may dare speak. | |
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| Lay here your pretty head. One touch | |
| Will heal its worst, | 10 |
| While I, whose wound bleeds overmuch, | |
| Go all unnursed. | |
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| There, Sweet. Run back now to your play, | |
| Forget your woes. | |
| I too was sorely hurt this day,— | 15 |
| But no one knows. | |
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