“A Cradle Song”

“A Cradle Song”
William Blake

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 light shall break.

Good Bye Seattle

It’s exciting to start our newest adventure, but oh how we will miss this magical backyard!

Living with two kids in a top floor apartment was so much easier when we could just hike ourselves downstairs into this wonderland of Seahurst beach and the forest!

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