Even #45 Shall Pass To Sand

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 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”.
Written by:  Percy Bysshe Shelley
[This poem first captivated me in my pre-teens when I read it in a comic book.  It remains a reminder to me when I despair from the evil I see in the world.  You can find this and other (more positive / inspirational) poems and writings on my Poems page / tab.    —    kmab]
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