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January 18, 2012
love
'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.' - The Clod and the Pebble, William Blake
I got the black screen of Wiki for the first time today.
Posted by azileretsis at January 18, 2012 01:03 PM
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