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

#HAWMC Day 6: Haikus & #SNRyanGosling

Friday, 6 April 2012
Health haiku. Write a haiku about your health focus. 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables. Write as many as you like.

Spectrum, NeuroDiversity, autism

Spectrum, neurodiversity, autism

hey girl, ryan gosling, family


Patty O. Says:
7 April 2012 at 02:28

Sweet poster!

Debra Ann Elliott Says:
7 April 2012 at 13:38

Love it! My grandson has autisum and love the posters.

Marsupial Mama Says:
9 April 2012 at 05:59

Thank you both!! I was trying to mix both the Haiku and Ryan Gosling themes I had from yesterday. **lol**

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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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