From a journal entry of Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1871:

What you look at hard seems to look hard at you, hence the true and false instress of nature. One day early in March when long streamers [clouds] were rising from over Kemble End one large flake loop-shaped, not a streamer but belonging to the string, moving too slowly to be seen, seemed to cap and fill the zenith with a white shire of cloud. I looked long up at it till the tall height and the beauty of the scaping--regularly curled knots springing if I remember from fine stems, like foliation in wood or stone--had strongly grown on me. It changed beautiful changes, growing more into ribs and one stretch of running into branching like coral. Unless you refresh the mind from time to time you cannot always remember or believe how deep the inscape of things is.

Poems and Prose, 210-11