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 fire-coal 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.

- Gerard Manley Hopkins

I've always loved reading Hopkins, and felt pleased and happy to find out that his final words were, "I'm so happy, I'm so happy."