[00:11.73]I wander through each chartered street,[00:16.41]near where the chartered Thames does flow,[00:21.70]and mark in every face I meet[00:27.03]marks of weakness, marks of woe[00:43.00]in every cry of every man,[00:47.46]in every infant's cry of fear,[00:52.64]in every voice, in every ban,[00:57.55]the mind-forged manacles I hear.[01:23.47]how the chimney-sweeper's cry[01:28.71]every blackening church appalls,[01:33.60]and the hapless soldier's sigh[01:38.15]runs in blood down palace walls[02:03.77]but most, through midnight streets I hear[02:08.75]how the youthful harlot's curse[02:13.92]blasts the new-born infant's tear[02:19.01]and blights with plagues the marriage hearse[02:23.98]I wander through each chartered street,[02:28.99]near where the chartered Thames does flow,[02:34.37]and mark in every face I meet[02:39.50]marks of weakness, marks of woe