Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In pinches and in laps runs clear,
Among a crowd of stars, but still
In beauty lost, our grappling deer,
Upon your borders hold, my heart,
And with your grace rebounding,
Lifted, borne aloft, I roam -
Into the wild, I dare not roam.

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

• Gerard Manley Hopkins