Explore "To Samuel Coleridge-Taylor, Upon Hearing His" by Georgia Douglas Johnson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Strange to a sensing motherhood, / Loved as a toy -- not understood, / Child of a dusky father, bold; / Frail little captive, exiled, cold.
Oft when the brooding planets sleep, / You through their drowsy empires creep, / Flinging your arms through their empty space, / Seeking the breast of an unknown face.