Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Isle

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. 

1. Wine Of The Fairies
2. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
3. Liberty
4. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
5. To Mary

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