London

• Stanza 1

  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.
• Stanza 2

  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 
• Stanza 3

  How the Chimney-sweepers cry, Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh, Runs in blood down Palace walls 
• Stanza 4

  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