William Blake
Songs of Experience The Lilly The Little Vagabond

 

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.