London

William Blake (1757-1827)
London
              1 I wander thro' each charter'd street, 
              2 Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, 
              3 And mark in every face I meet 
              4 Marks of weakness, marks of woe. 
              5 In every cry of every Man, 
              6 In every Infant's cry of fear, 
              7 In every voice, in every ban, 
              8 The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. 
              9 How the Chimney-sweeper's cry 
             10 Every black'ning Church appalls; 
             11 And the hapless Soldier's sigh 
             12 Runs in blood down Palace walls. 
             13 But most thro' midnight streets I hear 
             14 How the youthful Harlot's curse 
             15 Blasts the new born Infant's tear, 
             16 And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.