A Cradle Song
Sleep, 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 light shall break.
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"Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Blake delivers a powerful performance in "A Cradle Song"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...