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==Original text and translations==
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I was angry with my friend;
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I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
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I was angry with my foe:
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I told it not, my wrath did grow.
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And I waterd it in fears,
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Night & morning with my tears:
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And I sunned it with smiles,
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And with soft deceitful wiles.
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And it grew both day and night.
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Till it bore an apple bright.
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And my foe beheld it shine,
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And he knew that it was mine.
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And into my garden stole,
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When the night had veild the pole;
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In the morning glad I see;
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My foe outstretched beneath the tree.}}
  
 
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  • (Posted 2020-01-03)   CPDL #56507:       
Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2020-01-03).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 74 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: A Poison Tree
Composer: Barbara Rosen
Lyricist: William Blake

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: Unknown
Instruments: A cappella

First published:

Description: A setting of "A Poison Tree" by William Blake

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Original text

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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 waterd it in fears,
Night & 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 veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.