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 cattles 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

-- william blake

....a little down tonight...just feel alone.....
goodnight.