The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where are used to play on the Green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not, writ over the door;
So I 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 growns, where walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires
William Blake
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