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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BOOK OF AHANIA by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: SAN FRANCISCO by BERTON BRALEY |