A poison tree

 

 

Blake A Poison Tree

Blake A Poison Tree (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

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.

 

-Blake

 

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One thought on “A poison tree

  1. patience is a virtue few possess, great story, by the way, the devil is in tears today, amen

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