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. |
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