XX
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.
A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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