Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object can not live.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object can not live.
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.
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!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories