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 rown,
Tell that its sculptor well these 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:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remain. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.