No grecian urn nor sculpted monument can live beyond the realms of space and time But in these lines of skilled form and content you will live on, the centre of my rhyme. Ozymandias, mighty king of kings, colossal statue turned to desert sand Yet, Shelley’s verse awoke these lifeless things immortalised this man from antique land. Both clock and scythe circle with the seasons We cannot escape Fortune’s deadly wheel None are free from Nature’s laws and reasons Yet. in this verse you are divine and real Your beauty and worth forgotten never You will live in this poem forever.