karmakicksass

i went into 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 on the door;
so i turn'd to the garden of love,
that so many sweet 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 joy and desires.

from songs of experience,
wiliiam blake