Vincent in “Ozymandias”

[quoting] 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown/ And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command/ Tell that its sculptor well those passions read/ Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,/ The hand that mock'd 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.