The Garden of Love lyrics

by

William Blake


I laid me down upon a bank
Where Love lay sleeping

I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping


Then I went to the heath and the wild
To the thistles and thorns of the waste

And they told me how they were beguiled
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste


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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