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 veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

- William Blake Home

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William Blake Poetry Books

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i) The Complete Works of Blake

ii) An Illustrated Blake

iii) Favourite Works of Blake.
Including Songs of Experience and Songs of Innocence

Blake Links

• Poetry of Blake
• Songs of Innocence
• Songs of Experience
• Europe A Prophecy
• British Poets - List of British Poets