Now: here’s the latest view from the top bedroom.
Then there were trees and a chance to appreciate the lines of The Ark. Even the Novotel looks quite attractive. And here’s a rose-tinted view of what’s coming.
“I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
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 Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on 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.”
“Ozymandias” is a sonnet written by the English romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. It was first published in the 11 January 1818 issue of The Examiner of London.