I met a monster from a paper land,
Who said—“Two thin and trunkless legs of lead
Jump on the trampoline. . . . Near them, on the paper,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose stare,
And extended 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 Doodler, Jumper of Jumpers;
Look on my Leaps, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Tear, boundless and bare
The lone and level lead stretch far away.”