Re: Library
Barmak stops and declaims
I have traveled in an antique land
And saw two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lay, 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 I read:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remained. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
And so it seems to be here, even so
With all forlorn and bare
Yet life endures, plants grow
If there be love, here may again be fair.
So, I wonder, what will it take
For this place to awake?