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
