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.