Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, glades!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down,
Weave thy palms for the bower;
Banish sorrow and affright,
And to the day give light!
O, how I dread thy sullen flight,
Thou that changest day to night!
Sweet, soft, and slow,
O let thy sounds go!
This is my favorite song.
William Blake
- William Blake