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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

The Garden of Love

William Blake (1757–1827)

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 fillèd 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.