I WOULD be as 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 made sums--
 Yet did but look, 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.