The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the wilderness,
And I am black, but oh! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as is a cloud of night.

About Christina Rossetti

English poet of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Known for "Goblin Market" and devotional verse of exquisite craftsmanship.

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