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A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my warth did end,
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my warth did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles,
And it grew both day & 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.
by William Blake
posted by marsha
Hope you like it......♥️
I told my wrath, my warth did end,
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my warth did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles,
And it grew both day & 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.
by William Blake
posted by marsha
Hope you like it......♥️
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