I would be ignorant as the dawn
That has looked down
On the old queen measuring a town
With the pinch 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 table and did sums;
I would be ignorant as the dawn
The 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.