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{{ | {{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 | |||
}} | |||
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Revision as of 17:06, 26 April 2019
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- 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: Secular, Ballade
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
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