And still she slept, an azure-lidded sleep
In blanched linen, smooth and lavendered
Whilst 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 syrups tinct with cinnamon.
Keats giving it some M&S treatment in The Eve of St. Agnes, with backing support from Harry Clarke’s 1924 windows.