The Isle

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.