A Poison Tree by William Blake
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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 waterd 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 veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
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I had this big project do for school. 6th Grade, and I was surely pleased to see this poem. It helped me finish my poetry packet, I copied it down, then wrote a conclusion about it. I find this a very useful poem as well as good, Thanks for writing it William Blake.(;