For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all-obliterated Tongue It murmured — "Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, st. 37
For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all-obliterated Tongue It murmured — "Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, st. 37