THE DAWN
 
 I WOULD be ignorant as the dawn
 That has looked down
 On that old queen measuring a town
 With the pin of a brooch,
 Or on the withered men that saw
 From their pedantic Babylon
 The careless planets in their courses,
 The stars fade out where the moon comes.
 And took their tablets and did sums;
 I would be ignorant as the dawn
 That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach
 Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses;
 I would be – for no knowledge is worth a straw –
 Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.