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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

A SONG

William Blake·1757–1827
Lines:32Movement:Romanticism
Sweet dreams, form a shadeO'er my lovely infant's head!Sweet dreams of pleasant streamsBy happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet Sleep, with soft downWeave thy brows an infant crownSweet Sleep, angel mild,Hover o'er my happy child! Sweet smiles, in the nightHover over my delight!Sweet smiles, mother's smile,All the livelong night beguile. Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,Chase not slumber from thine eyes!Sweet moan, sweeter smile,All the dovelike moans beguile. Sleep, sleep, happy child!All creation slept and smiled.Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,While o'er thee doth mother weep. Sweet babe, in thy faceHoly image I can trace;Sweet babe, once like theeThy Maker lay, and wept for me: Wept for me, for thee, for all,When He was an infant small.Thou His image ever see,Heavenly face that smiles on thee! Smiles on thee, on me, on all,Who became an infant small;Infant smiles are his own smiles;Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.