GLORY be to God for dappled things—
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For skies of
couple-colour as a brinded cow;
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For
rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
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Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls;
finches’ wings;
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Landscape plotted and
pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
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And áll
trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
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All things counter, original,
spare, strange;
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Whatever is fickle,
freckled (who knows how?)
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With
swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
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He fathers-forth whose beauty is
past change:
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Praise
him.
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