i wish i could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world .
i know it has stars that talk to him , and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows .
those who make believe to be dumb , and look as if they never could move , come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys .
i wish i could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind , and out beyond all bound .
where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history .
where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies theme , and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters .