| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1530. A Wasted Sympathy |
| | | By Winifred Howells |
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| DO not waste your pity, friend, | |
| When you see me weep as now; | |
| Keep it to some better end. | |
| When dry-eyed I went about | |
| With a leaden heart locked in | 5 |
| By a silent tongue, ah! then | |
| Had you brought it, it had been | |
| Sweet indeed to me; but now | |
| When the depths of my despair | |
| Are upheaved and through the portals | 10 |
| Of my heart come free as air, | |
| It is useless. If you please, | |
| Give your thanks that to a woman | |
| Tears are given, and be at ease. | |
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