THOSE IMAGES
 
 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 virgin,
 The harlot and the child
 Find in middle air
 An eagle on the wing,
 Recognise the five
 That make the Muses sing.