Doan Courant

The semi-whenever newsletter for one of the many Doan Families.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The 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. writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

--by W.Blake

1 comment:

Bradley Maston said...

Great stuff!