PIED BEAUTY - Thomas Hood Poems


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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.