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William Blake: 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 sunnèd it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles.

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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,

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And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole;

In the morning, glad, I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


Public Domain. From Songs of Innocence and Experience (1789)

2 comments on “William Blake: A Poison Tree

  1. Tricia Knoll
    March 1, 2019

    Thank you for an offering of William Blake.

    Liked by 1 person

    • jetta881
      March 2, 2019

      profound simplicity of Blake, a giant of
      world literature

      Liked by 2 people

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