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.
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