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.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infant-sorrow/
