London

I was never a huge poetry fan but have recently discovered I love poetry, especially that of British authors from the Romantic Age.
Plus...well, this one is about the place I love the most so...enjoy it;-)

London
from Poem lyrics of London

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 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.
(William Blake, in Songs of Experience, 1794)