William Blake, Songs of Experience: The Clod and the Pebble

Love seeketh not Itself to please.
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease.
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And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattles feet;
But a Pebble of the brook.
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Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight;
Joys in anothers loss of ease.
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And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.