I asked a thief to steal me a peach...

I asked a thief to steal me a peach
He turned up his eyest
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.

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1793)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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