I met a traveler 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:
âMy name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!â<
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.The author of this peom is Percy Bysshe Shelley:
Once there was a traveler. He was going to the dessert. When he saw the staute. The staute was Ozymandias, a king who wasn't really a king with good manners. The statue was all broken.On the pedestal it read, âMy name is Ozymandias, king of kings!Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!â!