Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)

The Wild Goat

O you would clothe me in silken frocks 
And house me from the cold, 
And bind with bright bands my glossy locks, 
And buy me chains of gold; 

And give me--meekly to do my will-- 
The hapless sons of men:-- 
But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill 
Droops in the grassy pen.

1. Rest in Peace
2. Homing Swallows
3. Exhortation: Summer 1919
4. Spring in New Hampshire
5. To One Coming North

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