Friday Poetry: William Blake

Happy Friday!

My chosen poem this week is by one of my favourites, William Blake. William Blake (1757-1827) was an English poet, painter and print maker. Sadly he was largely unrecognised during his lifetime but now he is considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual art of the Romantic Age.

Cradle Song

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in 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 doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.

William Blake