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

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

4 comments:

Lizbeth Says:
8 February 2012 15:34

Awwww, I'm not sure what to think--he looks so peaceful but yet I know what all those leads are for. Hugs, Hugs, Hugs.

Þorgerður Says:
8 February 2012 19:23

cyper hugs...Hope it went well.

Marsupial Mama Says:
9 February 2012 09:49

Thanks guys. It went as well as it could considering the circumstances of 1. my son's diagnosis and 2. the Pediatric Neurologist's (Dr Pullaperuma) misleading of my family and giving us a ONE hour EEG instead of the THREE hour EEG I had RELUCTANTLY agreed to.

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11 February 2012 02:28

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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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