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 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