♥ 17 April 2006
grabbed from someone's blog..
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 another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
Meanwhile, I should continue hogging my Banana Boat and ZA moisturizers before I writhe in pain.
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