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;
Landscapes 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