For works with similar titles, see Infant Sorrow.
My mother groan'd! 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 swadling bands,
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.
This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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