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A Poison Tree
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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.

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Und es wuchs Tag und Nacht, bis es einen hellen Apfel trug. Und mein Feind sah es leuchten. Und er wusste, dass es meins war, The great aaaaaaaaailliam Blake and his poesy. tony
A wonderful poem of retribution.
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Fate rules. Both harbering ill intent and planning and executing theft yield disharmony and death for all who fear not to play the game.
I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles...... excellent
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