Lyric Poem · Sad
Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Infant Sorrow” by William Blake — quilloak.com/poems/infant-sorrow
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