Poem by William Blake

A Cradle Song (Sleep, sleep, beauty bright)

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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2. The Everlasting Gospel
3. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
4. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World
5. Three Things to Remember

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