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