THE ISLE.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
[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, _5
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 _10
A lake’s blue chasm.
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FRAGMENT: TO THE MOON.
[Published by Dr. Garnett, “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]
Bright wanderer, fair coquette of Heaven,
To whom alone it has been given
To change and be adored for ever,
Envy not this dim world, for never
But once within its shadow grew _5
One fair as—
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