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.