Question

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 sunned 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 outstrech'd beneath the tree.
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Answer 1

Answer:

Summary of poem

Explanation:

In this poem the poet is telling about the bad effects of anger . Anger and enemity first develops in our mind and then they capture our body and soul and move us like puppets. We feels pleasure but indirectly we are get effected by this just like we want to throw a burning coal or other first it will burn our hands then after other.

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