Cradle Song Poem by William Blake

Cradle Song

Rating: 2.8


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subhas Chandra Chakra 12 October 2017

When thy little heart doth wake, Then the dreadful night shall break A great poem.

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Indira Renganathan 15 November 2016

Wonderful flow of words to lull the baby- 10

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M Asim Nehal 16 August 2015

Feeling sleepy now....Nicely written.

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Primrose Tee 05 May 2014

sleep sleep sweetest dreams

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