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William Blake

           (1757 - 1827)

                     poet, artist, engraver

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Usetah u ljubavi vrt
Gdje nevidjen prizor me svali;
Kapela na tratini, gle
Tu igrah se ko djecak mali.

      Kapela, a kracun je krut
      I "Neces" na vratima plijeni;
      Te krenuh u ljubavi vrt
      Gdje drazest se cvijeca sareni.

Grumenje grobova vri
Grobista namjesto cvijeca
Crni talari ko mrski strazari
Trnjem mi krve zelje — veselje.

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 and desires.

William Blake