A Poison Tree
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And I sunned it with smiles,
In the morning glad I see;
And my foe beheld it shine,
Night & morning with my tears:
I was angry with my foe:
And into my garden stole,
And I waterd it in fears,
Till it bore an apple bright.
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
I was angry with my friend;
And he knew that it was mine.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
When the night had veild the pole;