There was a little lawny islet <br />By anemone and violet, <br />Like mosaic, paven: <br />And its roof was flowers and leaves <br />Which the summer’s breath enweaves, <br />Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze <br />Pierce the pines and tallest trees, <br />Each a gem engraven;-- <br />Girt by many an azure wave <br />With which the clouds and mountains pave <br />A lake's blue chasm.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-isle-2/
