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- Editor: Huub de Lange (added 2007-12-11). Score information: A4, 7 pages, kbytes Copyright: Personal
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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
English text
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