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.