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SONGS OF EXPERIENCE.
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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.'
