Sleep! sleep! beauty bright, <br />Dreaming o'er the joys of night; <br />Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep <br />Little sorrows sit and weep. <br /> <br />Sweet Babe, in thy face <br />Soft desires I can trace, <br />Secret joys and secret smiles, <br />Little pretty infant wiles. <br /> <br />As thy softest limbs I feel, <br />Smiles as of the morning steal <br />O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast <br />Where thy little heart does rest. <br /> <br />O! the cunning wiles that creep <br />In thy little heart asleep. <br />When thy little heart does wake <br />Then the dreadful lightnings break, <br /> <br />From thy cheek and from thy eye, <br />O'er the youthful harvests nigh. <br />Infant wiles and infant smiles <br />Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-sleep-beauty-bright/
