Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, <br />Dreaming in 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 doth rest. <br /> <br />O the cunning wiles that creep <br />In thy little heart asleep! <br />When thy little heart doth wake, <br />Then the dreadful night shall break.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cradle-song/
