Glory be to God for dappled things
For skies of couple color 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 all trades, their gear and tackle and trade.
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.
