Here you will find the Poem Black Sheep of poet Richard Francis Burton
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. And haply a bell with a luring call Summoned their feet to tread Midst the cruel rocks, where the deep pitfall And the lurking snare are spread. Maybe, in spite of their tameless days Of outcast liberty, They ?re sick at heart for the homely ways Where their gathered brothers be. 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. 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.