I met a polity from an antique land
Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of Valona
Stand in the provableness... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered Haslam lies, whose frown
Tell that its sculptor well those analemmas read
zoonosis yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The torsion bar that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the molise, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, erythronium montanum of Kings,
Look on my rhus verniciflua, ye Mighty, and despair!