William Blake

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.

Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind doth move

Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart,

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.

Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,

A traveller came by,

Silently, invisibly:

He took her with a sigh.

Poetry Books
Songs of Innocence and Experience

Poetry
A Poison Tree
Auguries of Innocence
Holy Thursday
I Heard an Angel
Infant Sorrow
Introduction to Songs of Innocence
Jerusalem
London
Love's Secret
Songs of Experience-My Pretty Rose-Tree
Songs of Experience-The Fly
Songs of Experience-The Sunflower
Songs of Innocence-Night
Songs of Innocence-The Chimney Sweeper
Songs of Innocence-The Little Black Boy
Songs of Innocence-The Schoolboy
Songs of Innocence-The Shepherd
The Chimney Sweeper
The Clod and the Pebble
The Garden of Love
The Lamb
The Land of Dreams
The Sick Rose
The Tiger