A Poison Tree William Blake ( British accent)

Read in a southern British accent. Audio 2012 Martin Harris Image The Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge (used with permission) A Poison Tree by William Blake (17571827) 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 water d it in fears, Night morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my 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 veil d the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch d beneath the tree Vocabulary wrath (n) great anger; fury often marked by a desire for vengeance deceitful (a) full of (misleading) lies d