The
I went down to the
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’ writ over the door;
So I turn’d
to the
That so many sweet flowers
bore;
And I saw it was filled with
graves,
And tomb-stones where the
flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns
were walking their rounds
And binding with briars my
joys and desires.