A Poison Tree by William Blake 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. 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. Which of the following best describes the theme of this poem and how it is presented? A. The lack of rhythm or meter brings out the conflict between suppressing and expressing anger against one’s foes. B. The childlike tone reveals the contrasting cunningness and cruelty with which one goes about destroying one’s foes. C. The repetitive use of alliteration highlights the obsession with competing and gaining an advantage over one’s foes. D. The regular AABB rhyme brings out the natural tendency to make neighbors jealous of one’s blooming garden.