Elise Justine Bayard Cutting (August 16, 1823[1] – 1853[2]) was an American poet from New York.

[8] Bayard Cutting penned what scholars have called "unremarkable" verse about common subjects.

She published frequently in The Knickerbocker and the Literary World and was identified as a promising young author in a column written by Sarah Josepha Hale.

[9] It is difficult to definitively assign many poems to her as they were often unsigned or only initialed with her maiden initials, E.J.B., or her married ones, E.B.C..[4][10] An example of her sonnet is:[11] Sprung from the arid rock devoid of soil,In vig'rous life I saw one blade of wheat, Bearing its precious grain, full-lobed and sweet, Remote from eye of him whose lusty toil In other harvest recompense hath found; And it seemed good to me that labour should Beyond its aim or asking thus abound, While reaping to itself its purchased food: So, too, from him, who the prolific thought Sows in the cultured field of intellect, A wandering breath its course may intersect, And bear an embryo with rich promise fraught Within some barren soul to germinate, And fill with fruitful life what else were desolate.

[12] Her husband, Fulton, a lawyer and vestryman at Trinity Church,[13][14][15] was the younger brother of Francis Brockholst Cutting (1804–1870), a U.S. Representative from New York, the nephew of Henry Walter Livingston (1768–1810), and the grandson of Walter Livingston (1740–1797), and their sons were:[16] She died in New York.