THE 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 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.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.

Where cheating is, there's mischief there.

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.