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.

A POISON TREE - WILLIAM BLAKE A POISON TREE - WILLIAM BLAKE Reviewed by Ray FL on Wednesday, December 23, 2015 Rating: 5
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