I was angry with my friend: a

I told my wrath, my wrath did end. a

I was angry with my foe: b

I told it not, my wrath did grow. b

And I watered it in fears, a

Night and morning with my tears; a

And I sunned it with smiles, b

And with soft deceitful wiles. b

And it grew both day and night, a

Till it bore an apple bright. a

And my foe beheld it shine. b

And he knew that it was mine, b

And into my garden stole a

When the night had veiled the pole; a

In the morning glad I see b

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.b

A Poison Tree

By: William Blake

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