Love seeketh not itself to please



* * * "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."