I went to the Garden of Love
And saw what I never had seen
And the castle's built in the midst
Where I used to play on the green
And the gates of this castle were shut
And one world was cut in the door
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore
And I saw the world is in the fire
And tomb-stones where flowers should be
Twelve men in black gowns
Were walking their rounds
And binding with seed with desires
