"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 & morning with my tears: And I stunned 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.."
"I must have recited that for you like twenty years ago... I'm amazed that you still remember it."
"I must confess that I did not at first, however I find it most fitting given our present circumstances."
"Yes... I suppose that you would. Might you remember exactly what the name of the poet was too?"
"... Kahlil Gibran? "
"William Blake, but you were close, darling."
