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.