"Stay still in the hand of the Potter,
Lie low 'neath his wonderful touch,
He shapeth and mouldeth in mercy
The clay that he loveth so much;
Surrender thyself to his working,
The curve and the hollow he wills,
Nor shrink from the pain and the pressure
For the vessel he fashions he fills."
On a Scandy pattern plate, Longpark, c. 1915
"I watched the Potter thumping his wet clay,
And with its all obliterated tongue it murmured,
Gently Brother! Gently, pray."