A Cradle Song

A Cradle Song 

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.