THE Wild Ass lounges, legs struck out <br />In vagrom unconcern: <br />The tombs o Achaemenian kings <br />Are for those hooves to spurn. <br /> <br />And all of rugged Tartary <br />Lies with him on the ground, <br />The Tartary that knows no awe, <br />That has nor ban nor bound. <br /> <br />The wild horse from the herd is plucked <br />To bear a saddle's weight; <br />The boar is one keeps covert, and <br />The wolf runs with a mate. <br /> <br />But he's the solitary of space, <br />Curbless and unbeguiled; <br />The only being that bears a heart <br />Not recreant to the wild.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-ass/
