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.

by William Blake

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What year was this written
I could teach this poem well in my class to all my students
Heart touching
Under the poison tree, let it go the poison of living, discard you your venom. It is but the nature of the scorpion to sting and bite but that of the saint to forget and forgive as the things are in Leo Tolstoy's Three questions too. Enmity will breed enmity, hatred will hatred. Blake is trying to defuse the tension. Poison is for to be thrown off, not to be injected. God behaviour and mild undertaking can change it all even if the the situation is acrimonious and hostile.
Am yet to know Blake's poem...... But sure will like it U'll never get to knw Y d sun shines in d day U'll never get to knw Y d star n d moon brightens d night incomplete........
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