I asked a thief to steal me a peach
He turned up his eyes
I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down
Holy & meek she cries--
As soon as I went
An angel came.
He wink'd at the thief
And smild at the dame--
And without one word said
Had a peach from the tree
And still as a maid
Enjoy'd the lady.
By: William Blake
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