Pied Beauty

 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. 

-Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89)