Glory be to god / for all the dappled things
For skies of couple-colour / as a brindled cow
For rose moles all that prick / upon the trout that swim
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls / for both the finches wings
And all trades and all gear / equipment tackle trim
For landscape plotted and pieced / fold fallow and plough
And all things counter spare / original and strange
And whatever is slow / adazzle dim or sweet
And all things freckled shy / all things with fickled mind
Whatever blush in shame / whatever relieves pain
As you
Glory be to a god / whose wise and endless youth
Can grant unstrained wait / to whom just can't believe
As me
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