Wandering clouds

This is now a touch belated, but still relevant, particularly for all my fellow graduates. When I was vacation scheming down in London I kept seeing this poem (or rather, this excerpt) on the Underground. I liked it, particularly the sentiment of the last line.

Now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
What dwelling shall receive me? in what vale
Shall be my harbour? underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home? and what clear stream
Shall with its murmur lull me into rest?

The earth is all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way.

from The Prelude, William Wordsworth