Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelly  
I met a traveller from an antique land  
   Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone  
Stand in 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 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!"  
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay  
   Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,  
The lone and level sands stretch far away.  
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)