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The Clod and the Pebble 
William Blake 
Songs of Experience (1794, 37)

“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 sang 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.”