THE GARDEN OF LOVE: Poetry, by William Blake

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)

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