William Blake - The Garden of Love lyrics

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