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A Poison Tree
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
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 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 veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the
tree
.
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