William Blake

I Saw a Chapel

Poem by William Blake

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 forcd & forcd & forcd 
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 & on the wine
So I turnd into a sty
And laid me down among the swine