Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Path: utzoo!linus!genrad!decvax!harpo!floyd!cmcl2!philabs!sdcsvax!sdchema!djo From: djo@sdchema.UUCP Newsgroups: net.singles Subject: A Poem about Love by William Blake Message-ID: <603@sdchema.UUCP> Date: Thu, 16-Jun-83 16:40:20 EDT Article-I.D.: sdchema.603 Posted: Thu Jun 16 16:40:20 1983 Date-Received: Fri, 17-Jun-83 12:41:23 EDT Lines: 17 The CLOD & the PEBBLE 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 cattles 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.