Ozymandias Revisited Poem by Walter E. Ferguson III

A descendant from a traveller to an antique land

That Shelley wrote of with poetic hand

Returned to see Ozymandias.

'I saw, ' said he, ' No trunkless legs of stone;

'And of that shattered visage nothing remains

'Of that frown, and wrinkled lip of cold disdain.

'But perhaps, I heard a moan, from underground perceived a groan

'From hell. 'I am Ozymanias, ' the pedestal still read, and that was all.''

Around the pedestal was nothing but desert sand:

No sign of awe or despair was sustained in the land

And no one the king or kingdom could recall.