I couldn't let today go past without a mention of my favourite poem, Ozymandias by Shelley.
The final lines are:
"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.
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