Victoria and Leeds

There are not many poems that have made an impression on me, but one of them is Ozymandias by Shelley

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

I thought of it when I found this arch hidden, neglected and graffitied in the woods near Leeds Carnegie campus where Rowan was running. It was built to celebrate Queen Victoria's visit to Leeds, later moved to its present location, then forgotten.