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The Clod & the Pebble

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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 It's delight:
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

William Blake (1757 – 1827)


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