William Blake - Infant Sorrow

William Blake - Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned, my father wept, br Into the dangerous world I leapt; br Helpless, naked, piping loud, br Like a fiend hid in a cloud. br br Struggling in my father's hands, br Striving against my swaddling bands, br Bound and weary, I thought best br To sulk upon my mother's breast.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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