Garden Of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

And the castle's built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this castle were shut,

And one world was cut in the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw the world is in the fire

And tomb-stones where flowers should be:

Twelve men in black gowns

Were walking their rounds,

And binding with seed with desires.