Cradle Song

A SATB setting of the William Blake poem.

Cradle Song

text by William Blake

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 of 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 night shall break.

Cradle Song with piano reduction


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