第二期：《London》William Blake

午夜诵读：《London》By William Blake 嗨 晚上好 London By William Blake 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 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 appals,　　 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.