Enisle

[…] long before England itself was enisled by the sea.

[…] park-like belts of villas enisled by lawns […]

[…] no reply / Comes from the vast, enisling sphere / Of spirit, limitless, divine, / So far from me, so strangely mine.

To-night, dear, / Let's forget all that, that and the war, / And enisle ourselves a little beyond time, / You with this Irish whiskey, I with red wine / While the stars go over the sleepless ocean,

[…] one in ten New Orleansians lived in the projects—some 50,000 souls more or less, almost all of them women with too many children, a gulag of women and children enisled by poverty.