'A Poison Tree' by William Blake

Poetry

A Poison Tree

*William Blake (from Songs of Experience, 1794)*

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 water’d it in fears, Night and 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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