The Clod and the Pebble

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 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