“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 sunnéd 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.”
“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.”
“My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!”
“I keep my fears chained up in the basement, along with a few of my foes.”
“I am a foe to tyrants, and my country’s friend.”