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    A Poison Tree - William Blake (1757–1827)

    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 water’d it in fears,
    Night and morning with my tears;
    And I sunnèd 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 outstretch’d beneath the tree.

    Category: Poems | Added by: Syler_91 (02.10.2016) | Author: Andrey E
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