| 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. |