Klaus Michaels on made an allusi on to this poem by William Bla ke on TV seri es "The originals" and I c ouldn't conta in the excite ment in me to share it w ith a larger aud ience. 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 and morning with my tears; And I sun ne d 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. - 1794 (From The Poetical Works of William Blake. Ed. With an Introduction and Textual Notes by John Sampson. Oxford UP, 1913)
