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 in 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 outstretched beneath the tree.
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 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 outstretched beneath the tree.
The poem "A Poison Tree" by William Blake constitutes an angry tone in the beginning using words such as "wrath" and and "foe". The narrator's anger, watered in his fear and tears, grows just as the tree that produces the poisonous apple. He hides his anger, though, through smiles and wiles bringing him closer. In the end his foe's death came by stealing and eating the apple from the tree that belonged to the narrator. Concluding the poem with a happy feeling glad to see his foe lie unresponsive. "In the morning glad I see/ My foe outstretched beneath the tree."
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