I saw a chapel (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 

Circa 1799

Blake