Monday, May 24, 2010

Percy

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast 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:
"I am Ozimandias, King of Kings.
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair.
"

Nothing besides remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

2 comments:

dasbald said...

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