Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells 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 Heavens despite.
- "The Clod and the Pebble
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 Heavens despite.
- "The Clod and the Pebble
( William Blake )
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