William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Songs of InnocenceA Cradle Song
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O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
All creation slept and smil’d;
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy Maker lay and wept for me,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.