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05. Sep 2005

Garden of Love

William Blake - Garden  of Love
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 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 & desires.      
William Blake (1757-1827)