William Blake Poems
|121.||The Wild Flower's Song||5/10/2001|
|122.||Three Things To Remember||1/3/2003|
|129.||To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World||1/3/2003|
|130.||To The Evening Star||1/3/2003|
|131.||To The Muses||5/10/2001|
|132.||To Thomas Butts||1/1/2004|
|135.||When Klopstock England Defied||1/3/2003|
|136.||Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames||1/3/2003|
|137.||Why Was Cupid A Boy||1/3/2003|
|138.||You Don'T Believe||1/3/2003|
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.
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride,
Blow'd in the morn, in evening died;
But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.