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The Clod and the Pebble
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
"
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."
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