Data Disk 5777
We have recovered what seems to be a piece of ancient classic poetry. We found it in a ruined library in what used to be Manchester. We didn't think much of it at first, but after a little research we came to understand that this poem once was fairly famous. However, we haven't found any actual sources that confirms it, but it's definitely worth looking into! As far as we know, no of our competitors have found it yet. The poem is written by Peter or perhaps Patrick Shelly and we understand that it is called "An antique traveler". I'm sending it to you digitally now and I will bring the physical copy on our return.
I met a traveler 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."