Page:Songs of Innocence and of Experience, copy Z, 1826 (Library of Congress).pdf/44

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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 bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.