Lyric Poem · Love
The Clod and the Pebble
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives it 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 another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."
This poem is in the public domain.
“The Clod and the Pebble” by William Blake — quilloak.com/poems/the-clod-and-the-pebble
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