William Blake Poems
|123.||Three Things To Remember||1/3/2003|
|125.||And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time||1/13/2003|
|126.||The Garden Of Love||12/31/2002|
|129.||A Little Girl Lost||5/9/2001|
|130.||A War Song To Englishmen||1/3/2003|
|131.||A Little Boy Lost||5/9/2001|
|132.||A Cradle Song||1/13/2003|
|135.||A Divine Image||5/9/2001|
|137.||Auguries Of Innocence||5/9/2001|
|139.||A Poison Tree||5/9/2001|
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.
Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;