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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |