THE GARDEN OF LOVE

Author: 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 this Chapel were shut, 
And "Thou Shalt Not", writ over the door; 
So I turned to the Garden of Love, 
That so many sweet flowers bore, 
And I saw it filled with graves, 
And tomb-stones where flowers should be; 
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, 
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.