Mar 21 2005
The Garden of Love
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.
YOU SUCK haha
Very beautiful each word touched me in a different way and made me think
this is not william blakes \”garden of love\”
That was really good.
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.
this poem is NOT the garden of love.