Thursday, 24 December 2009

The Angel by William Blake




I asked a thief to steal me a peach;
He turn'd 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 spoke
Has a peach from the tree,
And 'twixt earnest and joke
Enjoy'd the lady.

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