Poem by Claude McKay

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. North and South
2. Wild May
3. Home Thoughts
4. The Castaways
5. Dawn in New York

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