I Was Angry At My Friend Poem. I was angry with my foe: And my foe beheld it shine, and he knew that it was mine.
Source: www.pinterest.comAnd i sunned it with smiles, and with soft. And i watered it in fears night & morning with my tears, and i sunnéd it with smiles and with soft deceitful wiles. And i waterd it in fears, night & morning with my tears:
I was angry with my foe: And it grew both day and night. I was angry with my friend:
I told it not, my wrath did grow. And i waterd it in fears, night & morning with my tears: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And i watered it in fears. And into my garden stole, when the night had veild the pole; I was angry with my foe:
In summary, the speaker of the poem tells us that when he was angry with his friend he simply told his friend that he was annoyed, and that put an end to his bad feeling. A poison tree by william blake. And i sunned it with smiles, and with soft deceitful wiles.
And my foe beheld it shine. I told it not, my wrath did grow. And i watered it in fears night & morning with my tears, and i sunnéd it with smiles and with soft deceitful wiles.
