Poem by William Blake

Songs of Experience. 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. 

1. The Two Songs
2. The Everlasting Gospel
3. Three Things to Remember
4. A Divine Image
5. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found

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