"And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanchèd 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 spicèd dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar’d Lebanon."