第44章 A CRADLE SONG
- Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience
- William Blake
- 87字
- 2016-03-02 16:29:25
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 light shall break.