Percy Shelley's Island

" ...
The blue Aegean girds this chosen home,
With ever-changing sound and light and foam,
Kissing the sifted sands and caverns hoar;
And all the winds wandering along the shore
Undulate with the undulating tide:
There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide
And many a fountain, rivulet, and pond
As clear as elemental diamond or
Serene morning air; and far beyond,
The mossy tracks made by the goats and deer
(Which the rough shepherd treads but once a year)
Pierce into glades, caverns, and bowers, and halls
Built round with ivy, which the waterfalls
Illumining with sound that never fails,
Accompany the noonday nightingales;
and all the place is peopled with sweet airs,
the light clear element which the isle wears
Is heavy with the scent of lemon-flowers,
Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers
And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep;
And from the moss, violets and jonquils peep
And dart their arrowy odour through the brain
Till you might faint with that delicious pain;
And every motion, odour, beam, and tone,
With that deep music is in unison:
Which is a soul within the soul -- they seem
Like echoes of an antenatal dream.
It is an isle 'twixt Heaven, Air, Earth, and Sea,
Cradled and hung in clear tranquility,
Bright as that wandering Eden Lucifer,
Wash'd by the soft blue Oceans of young air,
It is a favour'd place...."
excerpt from Percy Shelley's "Epipsychidion"

This seems a most excellent thing to have on one's mind, think I.