BEING out of heart with government <br />I took a broken root to fling <br />Where the proud, wayward squirrel went, <br />Taking delight that he could spring; <br />And he, with that low whinnying sound <br />That is like laughter, sprang again <br />And so to the other tree at a bound. <br />Nor the tame will, nor timid brain, <br />Nor heavy knitting of the brow <br />Bred that fierce tooth and cleanly limb <br />And threw him up to laugh on the bough; <br />No govermnent appointed him.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-appointment/
