Magpie

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 growAnd I watered it in fears

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunned it with my smiles

And with soft deceitful wilesAnd sometimes

I see magpieAnd it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld it shine

And he knew that it was mineAnd into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

In the morning, glad, I see

My foe outstretched beneath the treeAnd sometimes

I see magpie