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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 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 de­cay
Of that colos­sal Wreck, bound­less and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”