One of my favorites: London I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A 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-forged manacles I hear: How the chimney-sweepers cry Every blackening church appals, And the hapless soldiers sigh Runs in blood down palace-walls. But most, through midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlots curse Blasts the new-born infants tear, And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse. William Blake
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 15:22:49 +0000
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