30
01
2008
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.
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So sang a little clod of clay
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet.
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Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight;
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.
William Blake
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