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

I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears
I sunned it with smiles
With soft deceitful wiles
My wrath did grow
My wrath did grow
Night and morning
My wrath did grow

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
My wrath did grow
My wrath did grow
Bright apple shining
My wrath did grow

And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole
Into my garden
Into my garden

My wrath did grow
My wrath did grow
Night and morning
My wrath did grow

In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched
Beneath the tree
