A Poison Tree ~ Poem by William Blake

Poet: William Blake
Source: www.poetryfoundation.org
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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 watered 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 veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see,

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Link: The Poison Tree by William Blake

Thank you Dad and Uncle Christopher from my Religious Education (RE) [a.k.a. Sunday School] for recommending this wonderful poem by William Blake.