The
Clod & the Pebble
by William
Blake
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‘Love seeketh not Itself to please, |
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‘Nor for itself hath any care; |
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‘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, |
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Trodden with the cattle's feet : |
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But a Pebble of the brook |
Warbled out these metres meet :
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‘Love seeketh only Self to please, |
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‘To bind another to its delight ; |
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‘Joys in another's loss of ease, |
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‘And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.'
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