THE Nursery OF Affection

I went to the Nursery of Affection,

What's more, saw what I never had seen;

A Church was implicit the middle,

Where I used to play on the green.

Also, the entryways of this Church were closed,

Also, 'Thou shalt not' writ over the entryway;

So I went to the Nursery of Affection

That so numerous sweet blossoms bore.

Furthermore, I saw it was loaded up with graves,

What's more, gravestones where blossoms ought to be;

What's more, ministers in dark outfits were strolling their rounds,

What's more, official with briars my delights and wants.