Love's Nature

"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."

By: William Blake (1757-1827)

Are you the soft clod or the hardened pebble?