The Clod and the Pebble - William Blake
"Love seeks not itself to please, nor for itself has any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." So sung a little clod of clay trodden with the cattle's feet, but a pebble of the brook warbled out these metres meet: "Love seeks 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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