“We paused beside the pools that lie 
Under the forest bough; 
Each seemed as ‘twere a little sky 
Gulfed in a world below : 
A firmament of purple light 
Which in the dark earth lay, 
More boundless than the depths of night 
And purer than the day; 
In which the lovely forest grew 
As in the upper air 
More perfect both in shape and hue 
Than any spreading there.” —SHELLEY. 
