"A Poison Tree", by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe sweet:
I told it not, my wrath did grow heat.
And I watered tempered it in fears,
Night and morning with my cool tears;
And I sunned hardened it with smiles,
And with soft cold deceitful wiles.
And it grew burned both day and night,
Till it bore forth an apple a dagger - bright spite.
And my foe sweet beheld it its glimmer shine.
And he she knew that it our fate was mine dimmer,
And into my garden stole She set to bury with a spade
The knife when the night had veiled the pole glade;
In the morning glad heart-wrenched I see
My foe sweet, outstretched, beneath the tree.
Content: 101 words
Added words: 30
Struck words: 24
Points: 54
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