I <br />Babylon where I go dreaming <br />When I weary of to-day, <br />Weary of a world grown gray. <br /> <br />II <br />God loves an idle rainbow, <br />No less than laboring seas. <br /> <br />III <br />Reason has moons, but moons not hers <br />Lie mirrored on her sea, <br />Confounding her astronomers, <br />But, oh, delighting me!<br /><br />Ralph Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-poems-3/
