I went down to the
And saw what I had never 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
That so many sweet flowers bore;
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where the flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
And binding with briars my joys and desires.