Glory fades.
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 Shelley
3 comments:
Jordan's noted the number of Olympic events in which the Canadians have barely missed winning a bronze medal -
I'm sure all those fourth place athletes would feel better if they read your post Char!
This poem always reminds me of eternity. When God says that his ways are not man's ways, I think he means that our mortal minds can't comprehend things that are infinite and eternal.
i agree with you! like worrying what others think instead of what God does. One lasts for a moment compared to the other.
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