Kala Nag

by Rudyard Kipling


I will remember what I was.  I am sick of rope and chain.

I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.

I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar-cane;

I will go out to my own kind, and the wood–folk in their lairs.


I will go out until the day, until the morning break,

Out to the wind’s untainted kiss, the water’s clean caress:

I will forget my ankle–ring, and snap my picket–stake.

I will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!



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