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          5 

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:              10 

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