Horace Smith’s Ozymandias

In Egypt’s sandy
silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg,
which far off throws
The only shadow that
the Desert knows:—
“I am great
the stone,
“The King of Kings;
this mighty City
“The wonders of my
hand.”— The City’s
Nought but the Leg
remaining to disclose
The site of this
forgotten Babylon.

We wonder,—and
some Hunter may
Wonder like ours,
when thro’ the
Where London stood,
holding the Wolf in
He meets some
fragment huge, and
stops to guess
What powerful but
unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that
annihilated place..

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