All English Sonnets
Bells, have always fascinated me,
around the necks of camel or bullocks,
They jiggle and then tinkle when they walk.
Or dangling, in my school, from the tree,
Or hanging from the rafter in the temples,
Or stung from the ceilings of the churches,
And ringing from their consecrated perches,
Or played along with conches and the cymbals,
The cadence of the bells and their jingle,
Is like the peal of unaffected laughter,
Which rises from the marrow only after
the honey tunes are trolled and co-mingle.
Their music like a soft and cozy clutch,
Effects my very- being, over much.