Sunday, April 10, 2005
The Clod and 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 sung 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."
*****
A lovely poem I stumbled across while reading. It connotes more than meets the eye...and speaks such truth I do feel of the love that so mystifies people of all walks of life:)
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."
So sung 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."
*****
A lovely poem I stumbled across while reading. It connotes more than meets the eye...and speaks such truth I do feel of the love that so mystifies people of all walks of life:)
// posted by grace @ 9:26 PM 
