(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

A Cradle Song

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy 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 & earth to peace beguiles.

by William Blake

Comments (37)

Smiles on thee on me on all, Who became an infant small, Infant smiles are His own smiles, Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.......outstanding expression. Beautiful poem.
Infant smiles are His own smiles, Heaven and earth to peace beguiles" . Mind blowing cradle song. The rhyme, rhythm and contents are simply superb. A great pleasure to read.
How beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
'Heavenly face that smiles on thee'! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sweet smiles in the night/Hover over my delight/Sweet smiles Mothers smiles/All the livelong night/beguiles…..engaging poetic expression! A great poem with delightful rhythm and rhyme by great W. Blake!
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