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 áll trádes, 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.
