Chance (Spenserian Stanza I)
A pair of dice, two jokers, spin the coin,
Or pull the handle of the slot, spin round,
And pilfer through the word’s supply, purloin,
To find the sevens or the pair of crowns.
But choose you not the outcome of the clowns:
It supersedes desire by homely chance,
Though adventitious odds play not the sound
Of heart or soul but merely happenstance.
I’d rather cast my lot beneath an avalanche.