A descendant from a traveller to an antique land <br /> <br />That Shelley wrote of with poetic hand <br /> <br />Returned to see Ozymandias. <br /> <br />'I saw, ' said he, ' No trunkless legs of stone; <br /> <br />'And of that shattered visage nothing remains <br /> <br />'Of that frown, and wrinkled lip of cold disdain. <br /> <br />'But perhaps, I heard a moan, from underground perceived a groan <br /> <br />'From hell. 'I am Ozymanias, ' the pedestal still read, and that was all.'' <br /> <br />Around the pedestal was nothing but desert sand: <br /> <br />No sign of awe or despair was sustained in the land <br /> <br />And no one the king or kingdom could recall.<br /><br />Walter E. Ferguson III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ozymandias-revisited/
