The Garden of Love



I went down to the Garden of Love,

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 to the Garden of Love

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.