hostileintent

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er 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 does rest.

O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,

From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.

This poem is one of my favorite of William Blake's. It came to mind this morning as I nursed my sleepy daughter. She has a hard time waking up in the morning (she gets this from her dad) and usually manages to nurse without ever opening her eyes. I hadn't heard this poem in a long time but for some reason it kept echoing in my mind as she nursed.

Here's hoping you all have a fabulous day!!