CAMELOT FANTASIES

The Clod and the Pebble




 by William Blake (1757-1827)



 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.