Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Till I could cry both loud and deep.

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English poet of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Known for "Goblin Market" and devotional verse of exquisite craftsmanship.

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