Countee Cullen, "Mary, Mother of Christ" (1924)
1925 version:
That night she felt those searching hands
Grip deep upon her breast,
She laughed and sang a silly tune
To lull her babe to rest;
That night she kissed his coral lips
How could she know the rest?
1924 version:
That night I felt His searching hands
Grip deep upon my breast,
I laughted ans sang a silly tune
About a golden quest;
That night I kissed his coral lips,--
How could I know the rest?
Published in The Crisis, March 1924
Also published in Color, 1925