A Poison Tree-William Blake

Today, I decided, is Blake day, not easter. So here is one of my favorite Blake poems for all you Easter Bunnies out there.


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 with 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 outstrechd beneath the tree.

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