William Blake’s ‘Infant Joy’ and ‘Infant Sorrow’
‘I have no name
I am but two days old.’ What shall I call thee? ‘I happy am, Joy is my name.’ Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee; Thou dost smile. I sing the while Sweet joy befall thee!
My mother groaned, 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 swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.