"Infant Sorrow" by William Blake My mother groand my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud; Like a flend 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.
What is the infant's final reaction to his plight?
The infant surrenders to weariness.
The Infant struggles in his father's hands.
The Infant strives to get out of his swaddling bands.
The Infant shrieks in agony.