A Poison Tree

William Blake

1757 to 1827

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Track 1

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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 waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath tree.