XXX

And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,

      In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd,

      While he from forth 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,

From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.