In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, <br />Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws <br />The only shadow that the Desart knows:- <br />'I am great OZYMANDIAS,' saith the stone, <br />'The King of Kings; this mighty City shows <br />'The wonders of my hand.'- The City's gone,- <br />Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose <br />The site of this forgotten Babylon. <br /> <br />We wonder,-and some Hunter may express <br />Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness <br />Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, <br />He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess <br />What powerful but unrecorded race <br />Once dwelt in that annihilated place.<br /><br />Horace Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ozymandias-2/
