4 thoughts on “High Topped”

  3. John Braine

    I met a traveler from an antique land
    Who said: “Two vast and legless trunks of Nike
    Stand in the desert. 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 Nidge! King of Kings:
    Look upon 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

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