Saturday, October 3, 2015

A Poison Tree


Listen to:

A Poison Tree (:50)

by William Blake

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode




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 and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd 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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