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.