Ozymandias Poem

 Ozymandias

 By Percy Bysshe Shelley

 ( 1792-1822 )

 

 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 , whose

frown ,

 And wrinkled lip , and sneer of cold

 command ,

Tell that its sculptor 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 on my works , ye Mighty , and

 despair ! '

Nothing beside remains . Round the de

 cay

Of that colossal wreck , boundless and

bare

The lone and level sands stretch far

 away . "