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The Poetry of William Blake
A Poison Tree

'A Poison Tree' by William Blake

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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 water'd it in fears,
Night & 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 veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

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William Blake's 'A Poison Tree' -- performance and analysis

Gilbert, F. (2013, August 24). William Blake's 'A Poison Tree' -- performance and analysis [Video file]. Retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VtHjz6dREY

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