Mystique Of The Chimes Poem by Sophia White

The chimes upon the arbor
Are set to ring!
Harken, all ye peoples -
Hear them sing:

Harbingers of storms
Of wanton weather
Of rebel winds burst free
From nature's tether.

Wreathed in tinkling charms
Like the beads which
Entangle 'round the neck
Of a jungle witch.

Tinkling in no rhythm
In no rhyme
Keeping track of neither
Tune nor time.

A sound that turns your head
And makes you think
You saw a fairie flicker
Or flower wink.

A sensation wraps
Around you eerily
As though you were watched
By eyes you cannot see.

The chimes are softly clinking
Such eerie striking song
Like gnomic voices speaking
Or a clatt'ring fairie throng.