Poem 35: THE GARDEN OF LOVE
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| | 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. | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | 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. | |
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