the garden of love

i went to the garden of love

and ssaw 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 briers my joys and desires

 poem by William Blake