Tuesday, December 07, 2004


The shadow of a child that never was
Across my heart, with pale hands draws his void.

1 comment:

  1. The Garden Of Love
    Poem lyrics of The Garden Of Love by William Blake.

    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.


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