Rhythm of Hymns

Rhythm of Hymns

Rhythm of hymns is ringing in air

Chaps and lads are running for fair

Colours and shadows and sparkle and drums

Voices of jingles are asking to come

Rattles and rings and rackets and muffs 

Calling of stars to alight the earth

Gems of fire and pearlings of deep

Ramming and peering asking for treats

Kings and aces of frolics and fays

Praying and asking to delay the day

Demons of famines dancing for fare

Gritting on flowers and drooling on hares

Presents for lord, adorned with stones

Whites and pinks and dusky and bones

Shading of clothes and wiping of bloods

Lasses of gifts are wailing on mud

Ringing of signs and flooding of bowls

Crying of fairy with dancing of ghouls

Nobles of glory are singing to earth

Tempting the mighty to enrich the dirt

Beneath the flowers of casket and graves

There was no stiff, just ringlets and shaves

Fuss of stars was brandished in sky

Swarming of folks with chorus of cry

Return of day, yearning to bestow

First spark fulfilled, ordaining the final blow.