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            <title>"Africa", from <ref target="http://harlemshadows.org">Harlem Shadows: A Digital Edition</ref>
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            <date>December 6, 2015</date>
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               <note>This file is generated from a master file containing the text of Claude McKay's 1922 collection of poems <title level="m">Harlem Shadows</title> and related documents (other appearances of McKay's poems, reviews, and related material). The base text for this file is drawn from the item listed below.</note>
               <author>Claude McKay</author>
               <title level="a">Africa</title>
               <title level="m">Harlem Shadows</title>
               <pubPlace>New York</pubPlace>
               <publisher>Harcourt, Brace, and Company</publisher>
               <date when="1922">1922</date>
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	           <head>Africa</head>

	    

	           <l>The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light,</l>
	           <l>The sciences were sucklings at thy breast;</l>
	           <l>When all the world was young in pregnant night</l>
	           <l>Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best.</l>
	           <l>Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize,</l>
	           <l>New peoples marvel at thy pyramids!</l>
	           <l>The years roll on, thy sphinx of riddle eyes</l>
	           <l>Watches the mad world with immobile lids.</l>
	           <l>The Hebrews humbled them at Pharaoh's name.</l>
	           <l>Cradle of Power! Yet all things were in vain!</l>
	           <l>Honor and Glory, Arrogance and Fame!</l>
	           <l>They went. The darkness swallowed thee again.</l>
	           <l>Thou art the harlot, now thy time is done,</l>
	           <l>Of all the mighty nations of the sun.</l>
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