Poetry, VOLUME 3

Poem: “The Garden of Love” by William Blake [Vol. 3, #22]

The Garden of Love
William Blake

(As Featured in Tom Hodgkinson’s The Idle Parent)

I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
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 turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones 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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2 Comments

  1. I don’t get it. Maybe I should look into William blake to understand the context.