IwishIcouldtakeaquietcornerintheheartofmybaby’sveryownworld.
Iknowithasstarsthattalktohim, andaskythatstoopsdowntohisfacetoamusehimwithitssillycloudsandrainbows.
Thosewhomakebelievetobedumb, andlookasiftheynevercouldmove, comecreepingtohiswindowwiththeirstoriesandwithtrayscrowdedwithbrighttoys.
IwishIcouldtravelbytheroadthatcrossesbaby’smind, andoutbeyondallbounds;
Wheremessengersrunerrandsfornocausebetweenthekingdomsofkingsofnohistory;
WhereReasonmakeskitesofherlawsandfliesthem, andTruthsetsFactfreefromitsfetters.
