Sweet dreams form a shade, <br />O'er my lovely infants head. <br />Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, <br />By happy silent moony beams <br /> <br />Sweet sleep with soft down. <br />Weave thy brows an infant crown. <br />Sweet sleep Angel mild, <br />Hover o'er my happy child. <br /> <br />Sweet smiles in the night, <br />Hover over my delight. <br />Sweet smiles Mothers smiles, <br />All the livelong night beguiles. <br /> <br />Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, <br />Chase not slumber from thy eyes, <br />Sweet moans, sweeter smiles, <br />All the dovelike moans beguiles. <br /> <br />Sleep sleep happy child, <br />All creation slept and smil'd. <br />Sleep sleep, happy sleep. <br />While o'er thee thy mother weep <br /> <br />Sweet babe in thy face, <br />Holy image I can trace. <br />Sweet babe once like thee. <br />Thy maker lay and wept for me <br /> <br />Wept for me for thee for all, <br />When he was an infant small. <br />Thou his image ever see. <br />Heavenly face that smiles on thee, <br /> <br />Smiles on thee on me on all, <br />Who became an infant small, <br />Infant smiles are His own smiles, <br />Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cradle-song/
