William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Garden of LoveWilliam Blake (17571827)
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And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door:
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore;
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.