The Clod and the Pebble
THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."
So sang a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."
William Blake (1757-1827)
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