THE CUT - Ann Taylor Jane Taylor Poems


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WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face
    What ! has it cut a vein ?
And is it quite a shocking place ?
    Come, let us look again.

I see it bleeds, but never mind
    That tiny little drop ;
I don't believe you'll ever find
    That crying makes it stop.

'Tis sad indeed to cry at pain,
    For any but a baby ;
If that should chance to cut a vein,
    We should not wonder, may be.

But such a man as you should try
    To bear a little sorrow :
So run along, and wipe your eye,
    'Twill all be well to-morrow.