Richard Burton

(1861-1940 / United States)

Black Sheep

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.

Yet haply they sought but a wider range,
   Some loftier mountain-slope,
And little recked of the country strange
   Beyond the gates of hope.

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