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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

A Cradle Song

William Blake·1757–1827
Lines:21Movement:Romanticism
A Cradle Song Sleep, Sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night;Sleep, Sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit & weep. Sweet Babe, in thy faceSoft desires I can trace,Secret joys and secret smiles,Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel,Smiles as of the morning stealO’er thy cheek & o’er thy breastWhere thy little heart doth rest. O, the cunning wiles that creepIn thy little heart asleep.When thy little heart doth wake,Then the dreadful lightnings break. From thy cheek & from thy eyeO'er the youthful harvests nighInfant wiles & infant smilesHeaven & Earth of peace beguiles.