The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love, 

And I saw what I never had seen; 

A Chapel was build 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 filled 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. 

(William Blake)