Mar 21 2005

The Clod and the Pebble

Published by at 4:25 pm under William Blake Love Poems

The Clod and the Pebble

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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3 Responses to “The Clod and the Pebble”

  1. moon 22 Feb 2007 at 2:06 am

    :grin 😉 :eek :roll 🙂 8) :zzz :p :sigh 😡 🙁 :cry 😕 [EMAIL]null[/EMAIL]

  2. iram sadia :P on 10 Nov 2009 at 4:16 am

    every body in love
    go put yer hands up
    beat again !!!!
    i need you!!!!
    keep bleeding love!!!
    im hapy !!!!
    OKAI BYE !

    IT !!!!! 🙂 :grin 😉 8) :p :roll :eek :upset :zzz :sigh 😕 :cry 🙁 😡

  3. iram sadiaon 10 Nov 2009 at 4:19 am

    tu je dekha to ye jaana snam……pyar hota hai deeewannnaaa sanam….
    na nan ana nananana
    :p [B]null[/B]

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