Ozymandias, King of Kings!

Sorry, no photographs today. We're back to poetry again. I don't read poetry enough for as much as I love it, so I've been remedying that by occasionally posting some of my favorites on here as they come to me. Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem Ozymandias is one I just absolutely love, so that is going to be today's selection. And now, with no further ado,


Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

Unfortunately I don't have any relevant photos of mine to include here, but really the imagery is so evocative that an illustration isn't necessary. The words illustrate the scene more than competently, and a photo would just distract from their power.