by Richard Wilbur, from Collected Poems, 1943-2004, Harcourt, Inc.
Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory led wherever he may turn.
His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes
Were heavy, and he headed for the barn.
[Via The Writer's Almanac]
[Beautiful bronze by Sandra J. Shaw, via Quent Cordair Fine Art]