The dull brazen crash 
Of a quivering bell 
Throbs through the air-- 

Little flickering golden lights 
In the velvet dusk-- 
The burnished copper glow 
Of an altar lamp-- 
Gleaming steadily...in the dark-- 
The flaming, entreating jets of light 
From jewelled offering. 
A saffron figure 
Writhes up the polish teak floor 
Falling prostrate 
Before a monstrous, scented God!  

The brazen crash 
Of a quivering bell 
Dies from the air-- 

         Tiger Van Deusen