Thursday Poem

From NoUtopia:

Screenhunter_10The 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 Heaven in Hell’s 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 another loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.”