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Blake, William: A Poison Tree

Portre of Blake, William

A Poison Tree (English)

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 sunned it with my 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.

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