A Poison Tree Poem by William Blake Tnpsc
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 water’d it in fears, Night and morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both … Read more
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