A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only.
Richard Wilbur (2006). “Collected Poems 1943-2004”, p.86, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only.