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 |&| pieced — fold, fallow, |&| plough;
    And {'a}ll trades, their gear |&| tackle |&| trim.
      All things counter, original, sp{'a}re, strange;
  Whatever is fickle, freckl{`e}d, (who knows how?)
    With sw{'i}ft, sl{'o}w; sweet, s{'o}ur; ad{'a}zzle, d{'i}m;
      He fathers-forth whose beauty is p{'a}st change:
    Pr{'a}ise h{'i}m.