I still remember where I was sitting when this poem blew me away (in Dr. Cracroft's 251 class). Because, for one thing, it is just so fun to read aloud! But also because it spoke to me in many ways. (For one thing, I myself am not catch-y0ur-eye beautiful. But this poem told me that maybe there is beauty in me, too--and maybe someone would see it someday.) Not being quick at memorizing, I don't memorize poetry often, but I memorized this one a couple of years ago just to have it with me always.
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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 and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trades, their gear and tackle and 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:
(Don't know what's with the little accent marks--they were there on the website I got this from.)