The Sword of Command

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Look on my works, ye Mighty and despair!

A little boat tied to a willow tree

Within a rocky cave, its usual home.

of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

Stand in the desert, Near them, on the sand

Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command.

 

After W Wordsworth, P B Shelley.

by Natasha

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