The Book Of Thel
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 & 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.
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