Encomium of the Potter warbles... who at twilights moulded Heathen pots and earthy vessels And made each, a small potter like him. The sands, Fine sands, Fine texture Mixtures fine, of mud, the Potter's best choice, A little Liquid, a little mud, moulding Vessels' head and another mixture Coupled with nature's breath, forms perfection And a little Liquid, a little mud Moulding the body, constraining imperfections. As he forms, small Potter's like him In his porch lives the heathens and earthywares And designs on each exhibits quintessence of him Proceeding, another liquid and little mud Moulded the whole as sands' fine turns gold And form faultlessness with Nature's breath; The first creation's couple joined at noon. Flower designs and aesthetic motifs Were these the Potter's Artistic finger works? Vessel of Vessels came, moulded in tribal forms And cultured shapes and man, prominent of all Vessels moulded, the sixth day after the Nothingness sphere disappeared for the Existence of the vessels in his likeness... Were moulded in the Potter's Porch.