I met a traveler 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 shattered visage lies, who frown,
And wrinkled lip, and snear of cold command,
Tell its sculpter well those passions read
Which yet survive stamped on these lifeless things
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed
And on the pedestal these words appear
My name is Ozymandias King of Kings
Look at my works ye mighty and despair!
Nothing besides remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck boundless and bare
The lone and level sands strech far away."
