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 maid
Enjoy'd the lady. (E 468-469)

William Blake