Ozymandias

I met a traveller form an antique land
Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of ston .
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
Wich yet survive,stamped on these lifeless things ,
The hand  that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these word appear:
My name is ozymandias ,king of kings :
Look on my works ,ye mighty ,and despair, !
Of that colossal wreck ,boundless and bare .
The lone and level sand stretch far away.