Sleep, sleep, beauty bright...

E nestes dias sonolentos, o vinho é a companhia... E a panacéia é o esquecimento.


Danae, arte de Rembrandt.


CRADLE SONG
by: William Blake (1757-1827)


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.