As under cover of departing Day

Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazán away,

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;

Listen’d perhaps, but never talk’d at all.

Said one among them —“Surely not in vain

My substance of the common Earth was ta’en

Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.

Then said a Second —“Ne’er a peevish Boy

“Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy;

“Will surely not in after Wrath destroy.”