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William Blake

I Asked a Thief

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 and meek she cries.

As soon as I went

An angel came:

He wink'd at the thief

And smiled at the dame,

And without one word said

Had a peach from the tree,

And still as a maid

Enjoyed the lady.