The first time I read this famous poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, it annoyed the shit out of me, with its accents and sing-songy opening lines. But over time, it has really grown on me, and I often find myself reciting it on autumn days. There's so much packed into this little poem that I can't help but admire it (just look at that beautiful enjambment!). Also, good luck getting those first two lines out of your head for the rest of the week. You're welcome.
Spring and Fall, by Gerard Manley Hopkins