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The Garden of Love

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 turn'd to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore ;

And I 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.

William Blake - Songs of Experience.

thinking of you while reading TS Eliot and the beautiful blue book you gave me.