And still she slept

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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.

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