I wander through each chartered street
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In every cry of every man
In every infant′s cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appalls
And the hapless soldier′s sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls
But most, through midnight streets
I hear how the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse
Writer(s): William Elden Bolcom, William Blake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
