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.

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i) The Complete Works of Blake

ii) An Illustrated Blake

iii) Favourite Works of Blake.
Including Songs of Experience and Songs of Innocence