Imetatravellerfromanantiqueland,
Whosaid—“Twovastandtrunklesslegsofstone
Standinthedesert....Nearthem,onthesand,
Halfsunkashatteredvisagelies,whosefrown,
And wrinkledlip,andsneerofcoldcommand,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions reas
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 on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wrecck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."