The Garden of Love

by William Blake

　　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 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.