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William Blake’s ‘Infant Joy’ and ‘Infant Sorrow’

Infant Joy

‘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!


Infant Sorrow

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.


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