poison tree

• i was angry with my frid i told my wrath my wrath did end
• i was angry with my foe i told it not my wrath did grow
• watered it in fears night and morning with my tears
• sunned it with smiles and soft deceitful smiles
• it grew both day and night till it bore an apple bright
• he knew that it was mine
• into my garden stole when the night had veiled the pole
• in the morning glad i see my foe outstretched beneath the tree