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. Outcast
2. The Castaways
3. The Snow Fairy
4. One Year After
5. A Memory of June

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