When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is sti… - William Blake

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.

Art can never exist without Naked Beauty displayed.

Pancrass & Kentish-town repose Among her golden pillars high:
Among her golden arches which Shine upon the starry sky.