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 fates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ on 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 back gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.