I ask'd a thief

E. Křenek

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 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 said

Had a peach from the tree,

And still as a maid

Enjoy'd the lady.