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 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 gowns, were walking their rounds,



And binding with briars, my joys & desires.





