Introductory material

I asked her “Is Aladdin’s Lamp Hidden anywhere?” “Look into your heart,” she said, “Aladdin’s Lamp is there.” She took my heart with glowing hands. It burned to dust and air And smoke and rolling thistledown, Blowing everywhere. “Follow the thistledown,” she said, “Till doomsday if you dare, Over the hills and far away. Aladdin’s Lamp is there.”