I went to the Garden of Love,
\nAnd saw what I never had seen:
\nA Chapel was built in the midst,
\nWhere I used to play on the green.<\/p>\n
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
\nAnd Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
\nSo I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
\nThat so many sweet flowers bore,<\/p>\n
And I saw it was filled with graves,
\nAnd tomb-stones where flowers should be:
\nAnd Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
\nAnd binding with briars my joys and desires.<\/p>\n
-William Blake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading The Garden of Love<\/span>