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THE GARDEN OF LOVE
In The Garden of Love, one day I went,
And I saw a thing never seen before:
a chapel erected in the center
lawn, where I used to play.
It was well bolted gates.
“Thou shalt not”, it was written on the threshold;
I turned to the Garden of Love me,
that many flowers it had generated;
and I saw the graves of all dimensions,
and instead of flowers there were gravestones;
blacks and priests to fool around,
among thorns, my pleasures and desires.
(William Blake)
http://www.amazon.com/The-Complete-Poems-Penguin-Classics/dp/0140422153
