A Robin Redbreast in a Cage Page 4
by R.P. Burnham
PART I CHARLIE
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 tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.
–William Blake
The Garden of Love
Her Last Day at Home
