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 night shall break.

William Blake

For the Love of Shoes!

Sunday, 18 September 2011
In case anyone thought I was exaggerating Betty's love of shoes, here she is caught on camera (I apologize in advance for my screechy voice!):

In this first video, Betty's woken up in a foul mood.  She normally begs to go in the wagon and giggles with delight once in it, but not this time.  There's only one thing that can cheer her up here!



And in this video she asks me to change her shoes again for the millionth time!! I make a horrible "kshhht!" sound 'cause the dog was going to ruin the shot. The screechy voice alert still applies. This was taken just after she woke up from nap time, so she was still a bit grizzly.

2 comments:

Looking for Blue Sky Says:
18 September 2011 22:12

She is very very cute :) Btw I've tagged you over at mine to help with the Save the Children campaign.

MarsupialMama Says:
21 September 2011 21:24

Thank you :)

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The Clod and the Pebble

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."

So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."

William Blake
 
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