The Clod and the Pebble - Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin

«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.»