A Poison Tree

William Blake

 

I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears;

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright ;

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine, 

And into my garden stole

When the night had veil’d the pole:

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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By Ray Calabrese

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