The Garden Of Love - Poem by Roger Hadden
I went to the Garden of LOVE
And saw what I had never 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, write over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones 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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