Poison tree

I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath didd 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 my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles

And it grew both day and night
till it bore and apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it is mine

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad i see
My foe outstretched beneath me