Lullaby poem

I found this poem last night in a fit of insomnia, and plan to memorize and recite it to Vanya because I'm still unable to reader to him; he's more interested in turning (or ripping out) pages. I'm also sending this poem out to my first cousin, who gave birth to her first child (a boy) over the weekend:

CRADLE SONG

by William Blake




LEEP, 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.