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 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.