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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{A POISON TREE
A POISON TREE


I was angry with my friend:


I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.   
I told it not, my wrath did grow.   


And I watered it in fears,
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;  
 
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And with soft deceitful wiles.


And it grew both day and night,
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And he knew that it was mine,


And into my garden stole
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;  
When the night had veiled the pole;  
In the morning glad I see
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


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  • (Posted 2019-04-26)  CPDL #54069:     
Editor: Charles West (submitted 2019-04-26).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 109 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: I would appreciate notification by email (cghwest@yahoo.co.uk) of intention to perform this work.

General Information

Title: A Poison Tree
Composer: Charles West
Lyricist: William Blake

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: TBB

Genre: SecularBallade

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Original text and translations

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 watered it in fears,

Night and 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 veiled the pole;

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


from Songs of Experience 1794 William Blake