A POISON TREE

A POISON TREE

I was angry with my friends,

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 and morning with tears,

And i shunned 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 shines,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night have veiled the pole,

In the morning glad i see,

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.