Classic Poem

Tiny tinkling bells of beauty
Peal forth elfin calls to duty,
And the fairy people rally
Round the lilies of the valley.
Lady Alice one day took
From the valley where they shook
Such a burden of the bells
Silence fell among the dells.
On her bosom, though, she hung them,
Where her laughter lightly swung them
Till the fairy forces hearing
How they chimed, all came careering,
And they crowded close and pressed
Round her lily-laden breast;
There she bound them—snared with art—
Slaves forever in her heart!