[A.Buttle]

I asked a thief to steal me a peach:
He turned up his eyes.
I asked a lithe lady to lie her down:
Holy and meek she cries.

As soon as I went
An angel came:
He winked at the thief
And smiled and the dame,

And without one word said
Had a peach from the tree,
And still as a maid
Enjoyed the lady.

[Chris]

"I Asked a Thief" by William Blake

Try this one
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had bought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[ May 14, 2001: Message edited by: Chris ]

[Chris]

would you post here :/

[Impaler]

odd double post.

[ May 14, 2001: Message edited by: Impaler ]

[Impaler]

Eureka!

I wandered Lonely as a Cloud -- William Wordsworth

[Jess]

Chris, are you being sarcastic?

I feel the love.

[A.Buttle]

For you, Jess? Gladly.....

[A.Buttle]

And, Chris, the poem is actually called "The Angel."

[Jess]

Eddie shows the love.

[Chris]

I think I am going to cry with all this love I feel in the house tonight.

Anyway, The poem you printed out is called "I Asked a Thief"

"The Angel" by W. Blake goes something like this:

quote:

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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

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[A.Buttle]

Then my book is wrong, Chris. Shove it. I'll get you next time, Batman... and your little dog too!

[Jess]

will you post here? :/