The Will and the Way
THE WILL AND THE WAY I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lay her down: "Holy and Meek!" she cries. As soon as I went, An Angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame: And, without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady. William Blake (1757-1827)