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'''Description:''' Composition on a poem by William Blake. #1 from [[Four Blake Songs (Huub de Lange)|Four Blake Songs]]. | '''Description:''' Composition on a poem by William Blake. #1 from [[Four Blake Songs (Huub de Lange)|Four Blake Songs]]. | ||
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- CPDL #15641:
- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2007-12-11). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 105 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: A Cradle Song
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: William Blake
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2007
Description: Composition on a poem by William Blake. #1 from Four Blake Songs.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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.