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.