Global Warming,
A warning
From Ozymandias.
Photo:
Sahara 2007 ©by rdi
Ozymandias
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 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 on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is
Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing
beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The
lone and level sands stretch far away.
--Percy Bysshe Shelly 1792-1812