A Poison Tree
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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When the night had veild the pole;
I was angry with my friend;
And with soft deceitful wiles.
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
And I waterd it in fears,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And I sunned it with smiles,
Night & morning with my tears:
And into my garden stole,
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And he knew that it was mine.
And it grew both day and night.