THE KASÎDAH III, 63, 74

This tube, an enigmatic pipe,
 whose end was laid before begun,
That lengthens, broadens, shrinks and breaks;
 —puzzle, machine, automaton;

The first of Pots the Potter made
 by Chrysorrhoas’ blue-green wave;
Methinks I see him smile to see
 what guerdon to the world he gave!

How Life is dim, unreal, vain,
 like scenes that round the drunkard reel;
How “Being” meaneth not to be;
 to see and hear, smell, taste and feel.