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...AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON JANUARY MORNING by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |