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

Hey Girl

Posted by MarsupialMama Friday, 23 March 2012 Labels:


10 comments:

Flannery Says:
23 March 2012 13:57

Awwww, that's every woman's dream to hear that!!!

Lizbeth Says:
23 March 2012 14:38

He's getting busy, isn't he?!? Love it!!

Patty O. Says:
23 March 2012 15:48

So, so sweet!

Karen V. Says:
23 March 2012 18:46

A perfect fit! Smooth sailing with Ryan.... ahhh. ;)

Sunday Says:
23 March 2012 19:52

I love how Ryan can swoop in and make everything all better. He's my kinda guy. ;-)

tulpen Says:
24 March 2012 00:13

He could fix just about anything I imagine...

Oh. I DO Imagine....

Munchkin1000 Says:
24 March 2012 06:46

Has anyone heard what Ryan thinks about all this? I mean, it's a pretty big deal. I would love to hear his take on the Special Needs angle of his Hey Girl meme.

Marsupial Mama Says:
24 March 2012 07:08

I know, I'm pretty curious to know how Ryan feels about all this.

Especially since a pretty high percentage of SN moms taking part in this meme either didn't like or didn't know who Ryan Gosling was before this whole meme thing started. He was always too much of a pretty boy for me to like him, but after these memes....

You can include him in "things that make me go mmmm" **lol**

DeeAnn Says:
24 March 2012 20:30

These Ryan Gosling things are a crack up. :)

Floortime Lite Mama Says:
27 March 2012 20:41

sooo enjoying this

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Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."

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Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."

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