Pied Beauty

Pied Beauty

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 & pieced -- fold, fallow, & plough;
And áll trades, their gear & tackle & trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, strange;

Whatever is fickle, frecklèd, (who knows how?)

With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:

Práise hím.

Here's another well-known poem by Hopkins. I think this is my favorite one. It is another one that needs to be read aloud. Here is also some biographical information on Hopkins from the Victorian Web.