The Garden Of Love - Poem 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.