Ozymandias

  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 an sneer of cold command

 Tell that the 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!'

 Nothin beside remains.Round the decay

 Of that colossal wreck,boundless and bare,

The lone and level sanda strech far away.