aeron-+poetry+out+loud

london

I wander thro' each 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,inevery ban, the mind forg'd manacles i fear.

How the chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning church appalls And thehappless soldier's sigh Runs blood down palace walls

But most thro' midnight Howthe youthful harlots curse Blasts the new born tear And blights with plauges the marriage hearse