A chain of dotted links

We listen closely till the end, the click And while they find the opening of dares We polish dancing ties, the skipping hoops And boring treasure tells the tale from start To end all rings, the mighty tiny things To bend the crest, to bind the rest, in seas Of hollow pause, by greatest laws or small There is a clasp, a broken rasp, a crawl They taught the gold, and ground it dull and dim A prison lasting hard and snaking loose And lithe, more tenth than tithe of bars to lose They meant, they mean, and then beginning goes To end all rings, the mighty tiny things To bend the crest, to bind the rest, in seas Of hollow pause, by greatest laws or small There is a clasp, a broken rasp, a crawl The snick, the clack and roll that ends it all