I went to garden of Love

I  went to 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 was filled with graves

And tombstones where flowers should be;

And priests in black gowns were walking their  rounds

And binding with briars my joys and

desires .

William Blake

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