Ozymandias

¹I met a traveller from an antique land,

²Who said — "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

³Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

⁴Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

⁵And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

⁶Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

⁷Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

⁸The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

⁹And on the pedestal, these words appear:

¹⁰My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

¹¹Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

¹²Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

¹³Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

¹⁴The lone and level sands stretch far away."