A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

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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

 

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