by A. E. Housman
Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
 But I know fairer far:
Those are as beautiful again
 That in the water are;
The pools and rivers wash so clean
 The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
 And oh that I were there.
These are the thoughts I often think
 As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
 To strip and dive and drown;
But in the golden-sanded brooks
 And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
 And wishes he were I.