O you would clothe me in silken frocks <br />And house me from the cold, <br />And bind with bright bands my glossy locks, <br />And buy me chains of gold; <br /> <br />And give me--meekly to do my will-- <br />The hapless sons of men:-- <br />But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill <br />Droops in the grassy pen.<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wild-goat/
