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.