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By:William Blake



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 stunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.



Ant it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright;

And my foe be held 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.