I posted this poem on someone elses photo recently but it serves equally well here:
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844?89)
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 and pieced?fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, 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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