In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
  Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
  The only shadow that the Desert knows —
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
  "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—
  Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder,—and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
  Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
  What powerful but unrecorded race
  Once dwelt in that annihilated place.