The Garden of Love By William Blake

I went ot 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 nit” writ over the Door;
So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowees bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves’
And tomb -stones where flowers should be.
And Priests in black growns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

Chapel : church
Shut : closed
Briar : a wild bush with thorns