A Poison Tree: (From Songs of Experience)
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.
Chicago: William Blake, A Poison Tree: (From Songs of Experience) Original Sources, accessed April 18, 2024, http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=6IJU4Q9ITTLT7LK.
MLA: Blake, William. A Poison Tree: (From Songs of Experience), Original Sources. 18 Apr. 2024. http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=6IJU4Q9ITTLT7LK.
Harvard: Blake, W, A Poison Tree: (From Songs of Experience). Original Sources, retrieved 18 April 2024, from http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=6IJU4Q9ITTLT7LK.
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