Ozymandias, by Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley’s 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 shatter’d visage lies, whose frown 
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command 
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read 
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d 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. 

Bryan Cranston reads it brilliantly. And when you are there, if I am still the top comment, thumbs up while you are listening. =)