A Poison Tree is an inspirational poem by William Blake. It morals that how speaking about one’s anger and clearing things out in time with friends ends hatred. And how, in case of an enemy the anger grows inside a person and how the same person does trickeries to get attention of his enemy to destruct him.
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 waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
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.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.