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General Information

Title: Cradle Song
Composer: Huub de Lange

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs

Language: English

Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2007

Description: Composition on a poem by William Blake. #1 from Four Blake Songs.

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Original text and translations

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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