A. E. Housman: Oh fair enough are sky and plain,

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.