As I read this I thought of two poets who fit this description for their poems:

Ozymandias

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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

and

Emily Dickinson for:

Much Madness is divinest Sense --
To a discerning Eye --
Much Sense -- the starkest Madness
‘Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail --
Assent -- and you are sane --
Demur -- you’re straightway dangerous --
And handled with a Chain --

Emily Dickinson

There are, of course, others, but these are extant in my humble opinion.