Classic Poem

What thou hast done thou hast done: for the heavenly horses are swift;
Think not their flight to o'ertake—they stand at the throne even now.
Ere thou canst compass the thought, the immortals in just hands shall lift,
Poise, and weigh surely thy deed, and its weight shall be laid on thy brow;
For what thou hast done thou hast done.

What thou hast not done remains; and the heavenly horses are kind:
Till thou hast pondered thy choice they will patiently wait at thy door.
Do a brave deed, and behold! they are farther away than the wind;
Returning, they bring thee a crown to shine on thy brow evermore;
For what thou hast done thou hast done.