william blake: a cradle song

Sleep sleep beauty bright
Dreaming over the joys of night
Sleep sleep: in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit & weep

Sweet babe in thy face
Soft desired I can trace
Secret joys & secret smiles
Little pretty infant wiles

As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
Oer thy cheek & oer thy breaswhere thy little heart does rest

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break

From thy cheek & from thy eye
Oer the youthful harvests nigh
Infant wiles & infant smiles
Heaven & earth of peace beguiles.

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