Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Isle lyrics

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.] There was a little lawny islet By anemone and violet, Like mosaic, paven: And its roof was flowers and leaves Which the summer's breath enweaves, Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze Pierce the pines and tallest trees, Each a gem engraven;— Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave A lake's blue chasm. ***