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22. Apr 2006


William Blake: 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 Infant's cry of fear,   
In every voice, in every ban,   
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.  
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry   
Every black'ning Church appals;   
And the hapless Soldier's sigh   
Runs in blood down Palace walls.  
But most thro' midnight streets I hear   
How the youthful Harlot's curse   
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,   
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.  
William Blake (1757-1827)