Women of the Early Harlem Renaissance: African American Women Writers 1900-1922


My joy leaps with your ecstasy,
   In sympathy divine;
The smiles that wreathe upon your lips.
   Find sentinels on mine:
Your lightest sigh I'm echoing,
   I tremble with your pain,
And all your tears are falling
   In my heart like bitter rain.

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