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The Clod And The Pebble
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Clod And The Pebble

Poem By William Blake

'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 sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these meters 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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Very exciting and true words....great work
.........thought provoking...and nicely written ★