Classic Poem

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. "