Songs of Experience: The Clod and the Pebble

Tuesday 3 August 2004.
 
’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.’



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