Beautiful isle of the sea, Smile on the brow of the waters.

Island of bliss! amid the subject Seas, That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, At once the wonder, terror, and delight Of distant nations; whose remotest shore Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm; Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults Baffling, like thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave.

What you see is what you get. The island is imaginative enough. Creativity don’t need to be wasted on naming things.

We're performing several shows in the Canary Islands.

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover, Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover, Sark.