Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
That said, I rather like this one too:
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance, would not decide
Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever turned the fable.
His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes
Were heavy, and he headed for the stable.
Speaking of which, I think I'll head for my stable also!
Richard Wilbur's poems can be found here.