av W.B. Yeats.
What if I bade you leave The cavern of your 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, Recognize the five That make the Muses sing.