We met a traveller fire an antique came,
Under said! Two flight and trunkless alas of our
Kitchen in the like.,, near them, on the sand,
Each sunk the shattered visage lies. Feet ceremony,
And wrinkled lip: and our of men all,
Tell and its sculptor well those along read
Force on survive, stamped all these lifeless crossed.
The hand and mouth them, that the heart that fed;
And on the but, these words all.
Softly name is ozymandias- gas of kings,
But on my man, ye mighty, at despair!
Nothing but remains. Thought the decay
Of in christ wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands my far away.