I Saw a Chapel

William Blake was an English poet, painter and printmaker.






I saw a chapel all of gold
  That none did dare to enter in,
  And many weeping stood without,
  Weeping, mourning, worshipping.

  I saw a serpent rise between
  The white pillars of the door,
  And he forc'd and forc'd and forc'd,
  Down the golden hinges tore.

  And along the pavement sweet,
  Set with pearls and rubies bright,
  All his slimy length he drew
  Till upon the altar white

  Vomiting his poison out
  On the bread and on the wine.
  So I turn'd into a sty
  And laid me down among the swine.

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