<h3><SPAN name="40">A POISON TREE</SPAN></h3>
I was angry with my friend:<br/>
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.<br/>
I was angry with my foe:<br/>
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
<br/><br/>And I watered it in fears<br/>
Night and morning with my tears,<br/>
And I sunned it with smiles<br/>
And with soft deceitful wiles.
<br/><br/>And it grew both day and night,<br/>
Till it bore an apple bright,<br/>
And my foe beheld it shine,<br/>
And he knew that it was mine,—
<br/><br/>And into my garden stole<br/>
When the night had veiled the pole;<br/>
In the morning, glad, I see<br/>
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
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