Who is the Potter, pray who is the Pot?
As under cover of departing Day
Slunk hunger -striken Ramazan away,
Once more , within the Potter's house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small
That stood along the floor, and by the wall;
And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
Listened, perhaps, but never talked at all.
Said one among them-"Surely not in vain,
My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
And to this Figure moulded, to be broke.
Or trampled back to shapeless earth, again.
Then said a Second- "Never a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy:
And he that with his hand the Vessel make
Will surely not in after Wrath, destroy .
After a momentary silence, spoke
Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make:
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
What! did the Hand then of the Potter, shake?'
Whereas some one the loquacious Lot-
I think a pipkin-waxing hot-
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me, then
Who is the Potter, pray, who is the Pot?"