Tuesday, September 06, 2011

CRADLE SONG by William Blake (1757-1827)

      LEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
      Dreaming in the joys of night;
      Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
      Little sorrows sit and weep.
      Sweet babe, in thy face
      Soft desires I can trace,
      Secret joys and secret smiles,
      Little pretty infant wiles.
      As thy softest limbs I feel,
      Smiles as of the morning steal
      O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
      Where thy little heart doth rest.
      O the cunning wiles that creep
      In thy little heart asleep!
      When thy little heart doth wake,
      Then the dreadful night shall break.

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