Countee Cullen, "Black Majesty" (1928)
These men were kings albeit they were black:
Toussaint and Dessalines and L'Ouverture;
Their majesty has made me turn my back
Upon a plaint I once shaped to endure.
These men were black, I say, but they were crowned
And purple-clad, however brief their time.
Stifle your agony, let grief be drowned;
We know joy had a day once and a clime.
Dark gutter snipe, black sprawler-in-the-mud,
A thing men did a man may do again;
What answer filters through your sluggish blood
To these dark ghosts who knew so bright a reign?
"Lo, I am dark, but comely," Sheba sings;
"And we were black," three shades reply, "but kings."
Published in Opportunity, May 1928