The Clod and the Pebble|
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 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 Heaven's despite.'
.....The Clod and the Pebble by William Blake