[00:11.65]I wander through each chartered street,[00:16.83]near where the chartered Thames does flow,[00:21.96]and mark in every face I meet[00:27.61]marks of weakness, marks of woe[00:42.86]in every cry of every man,[00:47.71]in every infant's cry of fear,[00:52.78]in every voice, in every ban,[00:58.02]the mind-forged manacles I hear.[01:23.43]how the chimney-sweeper's cry[01:28.48]every blackening church appalls,[01:33.67]and the hapless soldier's sigh[01:38.46]runs in blood down palace walls[02:03.66]but most, through midnight streets I hear[02:08.71]how the youthful harlot's curse[02:13.92]blasts the new-born infant's tear[02:18.91]and blights with plagues the marriage hearse[02:23.77]I wander through each chartered street,[02:28.87]near where the chartered Thames does flow,[02:33.66]and mark in every face I meet[02:38.97]marks of weakness, marks of woe