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 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's loss of ease,
“And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.”
- Un petit
sondage -