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. Matilda Gathering Flowers
2. From the Arabic, an Imitation
3. The Solitary
4. To The Republicans Of North America
5. I Would Not Be A King

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