William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Cradle Song - Poem by William Blake

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 night shall break.

Form: Sonnet

Comments about Cradle Song by William Blake

  • Indira Renganathan (11/15/2016 7:28:00 AM)

    Wonderful flow of words to lull the baby- 10 (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (8/16/2015 1:20:00 PM)

    Feeling sleepy now....Nicely written. (Report) Reply

  • Primrose Tee (5/5/2014 6:17:00 AM)

    sleep sleep sweetest dreams (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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