William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Poems from the Rossetti MS.: Earlier PoemsInfant Sorrow
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Striving against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.
And to sulk would nothing gain,
Turning many a trick and wile
I began to soothe and smile.
Till upon the ground I stray;
And I smil’d night after night,
Seeking only for delight.
Clusters of the wand’ring vine;
And, beyond, a Myrtle-tree
Stretch’d its blossoms out to me.
In his hands a holy book,
Pronouncèd curses on his head
Who the fruits or blossoms shed.
He embrac’d my Myrtle bright:
I beheld the Priest by day,
Where beneath my vines he lay.
Underneath my vines he lay:
Like a serpent in the night
He embrac’d my Myrtle bright.
Stain’d the roots my Myrtle bore;
But the time of youth is fled,
And grey hairs are on my head.