Learning Geography
They have a few little hours
To study the world’
Its lovely absence of clouds,
Or the thunderbolts hurled
By hidden powers’
All the soft shapes of the vales
And the trees of the north
They dream of a minute, no longer,
No longer’then forth
Ere the year fails
To cities where carnival glows
Or the furnace is bright.
So is measured or leisured
According as teachers dispose
Their cosmic delight.
