The Garden of Love

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 Hells despair.So sang 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 anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

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Hire a proofreader Written by Mad Poet on 2007-02-23 15:07:47 IP: Absolutely correct. This is not "Garden of Love" but "The Clod and the Pebble." And it's not written out correctly either. Get your act together people.

Good Written by Guest on 2006-03-03 12:02:17 IP: That was really good.

wrong Written by Guest on 2006-06-29 04:42:42 IP: this is not william blakes "garden of love"

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