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For works with similar titles, see 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 water'd it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day & night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
[And I gave it to my foe del.]
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And 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.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.