A Poison Tree

¹I 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.

²And I water'd it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

³And 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,

⁴And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.