Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things—
     For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
         For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
     Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
         And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
     Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
         With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                  Praise him.

— Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877

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