By William Blake 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 Synopsis The poem is about the writer’s anger with a friend or enemy. The anger towards his friend is disappear. However, anger towards enemy is not reveal but nurture negative feelings about his enemy. He hide his negative feelings by smile and pretence. As a result, the anger grow into a tree. He waters the tree with fears and tears every day and night. Then, one day the tree grows a apple. His friend went to his garden on a starless night. Eventually, the enemy eats the apple and dies in the next morning. Moral Lessons We should make friends with everybody in peace.