A Song Poem by William Blake

A Song

Rating: 3.2


Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!

Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!

Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.

Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:

Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!

Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 05 August 2012

Innocent. Sweet. Lovely. Would make a beautiful lullaby that any child could love and find comfort therein.

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Besa Dede 24 April 2012

Beautiful rhythmical poem. ~Besa

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Naveed Akram 21 November 2009

A poem about smiles and smiling from the youngest people. Blake can carry an intense feeling of care in his poems, especially this one. Sweet dreams to us all! We are far away from the age of a baby, and we find these people pleasant from Blake.

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Laurice Harmonic 05 April 2009

Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight! -yes..it has a very deep meaning,

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Keshav Prasad 02 June 2009

a beautiful poem almost a song.......

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Dr Dillip K Swain 07 August 2021

A delightful poem to be read and delighted multiple times!

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Mahtab Bangalee 08 March 2020

Smiles on thee, on me, on all, Who became an infant small; Infant smiles are his own smiles; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles. /// lovely and beautiful poem penned

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Savita Tyagi 08 March 2020

Lovely poem. soft and tender. Watching the innocent face of an infant in the sleep invokes the purest emotions of love and we marvel at Devine intricacies of life.

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 March 2020

Smiles on thee, on me, on all, Who became an infant small; Infant smiles are his own smiles; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles. on your face holy image i can trace..... praising Christ in the baby Jesus. tony

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Ratnakar Mandlik 08 March 2020

A superb life song, full of fatherly love for the infant offspring.

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