Ozymandias

Hey

I found this site called poemhunter, and I've decided,
that along with my own poetry, i'd start posting poems
I've enjoyed that were written by other people. As such,
I've gonna post this one, a poem I first read in highschool.
I'm fairly certain most of you might have read it as well.
I was always quite struck by the imagery. Here ya go:

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.'

Percy Bysshe Shelley