A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end. (1-2)
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles. (5-8)
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 (9-12)