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 turn'd 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.