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 shalt not" writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

that so many, 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.