Mar 21 2005

The Clod and the Pebble

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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# moon 22 Feb 2007 at 2:06 am

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