The copy-text is the first published version, The Examiner, 11 January 1818, under the pseudonym “Glirastes.”
I met a Traveller from an antique land, | |
Who said, “two vast and trunkless legs of stone | |
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand, | |
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, | face |
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 on the pedestal these words appear: | |
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings.” | |
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair! | |
No thing beside remains. Round the decay | |
Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare, | |
The lone and level sands stretch far away. |