The CLOD & 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 Hells despair.
So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattles’ 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 Heavens despite.
“The Clod & The Pebble” Original Illustration by William Blake
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