The Garden of Love
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| ←The Lily | Songs of Experience by The Garden of Love |
The Little Vagabond→ |
| This poem was published in Songs of Experience in 1794. |
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 turned 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 joys and desires.
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This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |
