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 sweet flowers broke.

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.

---From the Songs of Experience
   WIllIAM BLAKE