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.