| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Richard Burton. 1861 |
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| 21. Black Sheep |
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| FROM their folded mates they wander far, | |
| Their ways seem harsh and wild; | |
| They follow the beck of a baleful star, | |
| Their paths are dream-beguiled. | |
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| Yet haply they sought but a wider range, | 5 |
| Some loftier mountain-slope, | |
| And little recked of the country strange | |
| Beyond the gates of hope. | |
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| And haply a bell with a luring call | |
| Summoned their feet to tread | 10 |
| Midst the cruel rocks, where the deep pitfall | |
| And the lurking snare are spread. | |
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| Maybe, in spite of their tameless days | |
| Of outcast liberty, | |
| They're sick at heart for the homely ways | 15 |
| Where their gathered brothers be. | |
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| And oft at night, when the plains fall dark | |
| And the hills loom large and dim, | |
| For the Shepherd's voice they mutely hark, | |
| And their souls go out to him. | 20 |
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| Meanwhile, "Black sheep! Black sheep!" we cry, | |
| Safe in the inner fold; | |
| And maybe they hear, and wonder why, | |
| And marvel, out in the cold. | |
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