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The Wild Goat

by Claude McKay, 1922

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.

Published in Harlem Shadows

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