Question

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end,
I was angry with my foe: Amaru
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 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 veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

meaning this poem​

Answer 1

Answer

the meaning is anger----------------the author shows and speaks and anger

Explanation:

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