William
Blake
Songs of Experience
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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 I used to play on the green.
And
the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shat 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.
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