Classic Poem

The bells of Kobia softly ring
On the porch where flowers are climbing;
The branches in the breezes swing
While little faeries dance and sing
To the music of their chiming.

The bells of Kobia sweetly ring
When dews at sunrise glisten;
But none may hear the rapturous thing
When Beauty spreads her purple wing
But those who stoop to listen.

The bells of Kobia still shall ring
Their ever-haunting measures
Till memory to their shrine shall bring
Upon the Æther's dainty wing
The incense of her treasures.