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Absolutely — the same inference is there in Shelley’s poem, and one could argue that his poem is all the more powerful for leaving that unstated
I’m still awfully charmed by the vista of that hunter, though. It probably comes from my being a sci-fi fan! The trope of “stumbling across ruins of a civilization and realizing it is *yours*” is a trope, to the point of being a cliché, and science fiction — as with, say, “Planet of the Apes” …