Mar 21 2005

The Garden of Love

Published by adminwp at 4:27 pm under William Blake Love Poems

The Garden of Love

William Blake

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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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5 responses so far

5 Responses to “The Garden of Love”

  1. # Gueston 17 Feb 2006 at 9:35 pm

    YOU SUCK haha

  2. # Gueston 17 Feb 2006 at 9:36 pm

    Very beautiful each word touched me in a different way and made me think

  3. # Gueston 29 Jun 2006 at 4:42 am

    this is not william blakes \”garden of love\”

  4. # Gueston 03 Mar 2006 at 12:02 pm

    That was really good.

  5. # Mad Poeton 23 Feb 2007 at 3:07 pm

    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.

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