The Clod and The Pebble - 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 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 meters meet: "Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a hell in Heaven's despite"