Oh, fair enough is 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 thinks I stand gazing downing act upon the cress brink To strip and dive and drown;But in the golden-sanded brooks And azure meres I spy silly lad that longs and looks And wishes he where I.

A Shropshire Lad