And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,

     In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender’d,

     While he forth from the closet brought a heap

     Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;

     With jellies soother than the creamy curd,

     And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;

     Manna and dates, in argosy transferr’d

     From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,