And god set certain as it later drew
To guard the grotto, really to prove
Their pleasure and to test them, knowing that
These wished to stay, yet trying lealty
In fixing them to beats.  One Azrael,
Blue eyed and golden locked, with poet's soul,
Sighed, wished and pondered, and as midnight came
Left for a time his post to draw anear
The grotto where they lay, that he might see
Those charms, dissolving not through motion: though
He felt it wrong, he stole between the trees,
Parted the leaves, and looked upon them still.
(Annals of the Earth, Phifer, 1890)