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