May200913

I Asked a Thief
William Blake

I askèd a thief to steal me a peach:
He turnèd up his eyes.
I ask’d a lithe lady to lie her down:
Holy and meek, she cries.
As soon as I went
An Angel came:
He wink’d at the thief,
And smil’d at the dame;

And without one word said
Had a peach from the tree,
And still as a maid
Enjoy’d the lady.

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