The Garden of Love

(William Blake)

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of these Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not writ over the door;
So I turned turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking there rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.