By Anthony Hayes   email-hayesanthony@hotmail.com
Date: 19 November 1999

a 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" written 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 the flowers should be.
Priests in black gowns were walking there rounds,
And binding with bbriars my joy and desires.