Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things,
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stiple on trout that swim;
Fresh fire-coal chestnut-falls; finches wings;
Landscape plotted and pierced - fold, fallow and plough;
And all trades, their gear, tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who know how?)
With swift, slow, sweet, sour, adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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