Andre J.D. Gerard

“Ozymandias”

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of sone

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