INFANT SORROW
My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience
