A Poison Tree
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
And my foe beheld it shine,
In the morning glad I see;
When the night had veild the pole;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And into my garden stole,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And he knew that it was mine.
And it grew both day and night.
Night & morning with my tears:
I was angry with my foe:
I was angry with my friend;
And I sunned it with smiles,