Black Box 4/BlackBox.cdr/dosutils/iris41a.arj/OZY.TXT

Text File | 1989-04-24 | 768 b | 15 lines

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 those 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 besides remains, round the decay
of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare.
The lone and level sands stretch far away.