A Poison Tree by William Blake

Title: A Poison Tree
Date: 1794

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 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 outstretched beneath the tree.

Poet: William Blake
Born: 28 November 1757, London, England
Nationality: English
Died: 12 August 1827, London, England

William Blake was a poet, painter, and print-maker. He was unrecognized during his lifetime but is now considered a seminal figure of the poetic and visual art of the Romantic Era. He lived his whole life in in London and produced richly diverse works embraced the imagination with the existence of God or the human existence itself.

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