Infant Sorrow
My mother groand! My father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father hands
Striving against my swadling bands,
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

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