Hopkins was a Catholic priest / poet so we learned many of his verses in Catholic school when I was very young. This poem was always my favorite of his.
Thanks, CM, TX*, Gladstone and roseheather. It's nice to be back, even if I'm not back "full-time" quite yet!
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.
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