Cradle Song

Sweet sleep, with soft downy is resting;
Soft, bright-eyed and kindly caressing;
Sleep while I hum to my dulcet corrosion,
Sing soft, my little one, hum, much emotion.

Wild flowers grow within the far vale;
Your golden hair with bright petals twine;
While my love’s power does never fail,
Sweet lullabies that caress and shine.

• William Blake