Ozymandias of Egypt - P. B. Shelley

[Lawrence Robinson]

Ozymandias of Egypt
 
I met a traveller from an antique land	 
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone	 
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,	 
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown	 
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command	      
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read	 
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,	 
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.	 
And on the pedestal these words appear:	 
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:	 
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"	 
Nothing beside remains: round the decay	 
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,	 
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

	- P. B. Shelley
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