London

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

Author: William Blake

<b>London</b> <br /><br />I wander thro' each charter'd street, <br />Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. <br />And mark in every face I meet <br />Marks of weakness, marks of woe. <br /><br />In every cry of every Man, <br />In every Infants cry of fear, <br />In every voice: in every ban, <br />The mind-forg'd manacles I hear <br /><br />How the Chimney-sweepers cry <br />Every blackning Church appalls, <br />And the hapless Soldiers sigh <br />Runs in blood down Palace walls <br /><br />But most thro' midnight streets I hear <br />How the youthful Harlots curse <br />Blasts the new-born Infants tear <br />And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. - William Blake

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