I know a place that holds the Sky
A place where little white clouds lie;

The edge is all green as Grass,
The middle is as smooth as Glass;

And there the round sun makes his Bed;
And there a Tree stands on its Head;

Sometimes a Bird sits on that Tree;
Sometimes it sings a Song to me;

And always in that shining place
I see a little smiling Face;

She nods and smiles; but all the same
The Girl down there won't tell her name!