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A Poison Tree



I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: ,




















Submited By : sara  
Date: 15 September 2006
Author: William Blake
Rating: 3.2/5 (5 votes cast)
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A Poison Tree
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 waterd 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 outstretchd beneath the tree.


-William Blake -

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