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.

From Caroling Dusk (Harper & Brothers, 1927), edited by Countee Cullen. This poem is in the public domain.