Two vast and trunkless table legs of wood
Stand in the living room...
near them, on the carpet,
Half sunk, a shattered canine lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that it well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And the lone teddy said:
'My name is Teddymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the stuffing
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level carpet fluff stretch far away.
-Percy Shelly