threeseptembersandajanuary:

And I water’d it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I summoned 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 veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.

- A Poison Tree by William Blake

(Quite possibly my favourite poem by Blake. I loved studying this)