WHAT if I bade you leave
The cavern of the mind?
There's better exercise
In the sunlight and wind.
I never bade you go
To Moscow or to Rome.
Renounce that drudgery,
Call the Muses home.
Seek those images
That constitute the wild,
The lion and the ******,
The harlot and the child
Find in middle air
An eagle on the wing,
Recognise the five
That make the Muses sing.