Ozymandias of Egypt

by P.B.Shelley


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 shattered 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.