A Cradle Song

(1958)
For detailed notes on this song, please visit this page: Three Songs of Blake and Donne.

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The audio recording provided in the audio playlist to the right is used with the permission of the composer and features soprano Mara Bonde with composer Allen Brings at the piano. To listen, please click on the track name itself.
by William Blake

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest.

O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,

From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.

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