Well those passions read

I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand 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 readWhich 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 decayOf that colossal Wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.” I have trouble with this poem there seems to be a lot of inversions. Could you reformulate it into simple English? I met a traveller from an antique land who said "two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the deserts. . . . Near them, on the sand lies half dunk a shattered visage whose frown and wrinkled lip and sneer tells me that it's sculptor read those passions "facial expressions" well, which yet survive on the cold lifeless stone: the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal, these words appear "My name is Ozymandias, King og Kings, look on my work, the mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains (why is there a dot?) Around the decay of the colossal wreck, bare and boundless, we only see the flat sand stretch far away. Still I am confused with "the hand that mocked them" and even more with "the heart that fed"