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 in 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 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.