Napoleon shifted,
Restless in the old sarcophagus
And murmured to a watchguard
"Who goes there?"
"Twenty-one million men,
Soldiers, armies, guns,
Twenty-one million
Afoot, horseback,
In the air,
Under the sea"
And Napoleon turned to his sleep
"It is not my world answering,
It is some dreamer who knows not
The world I marched in
From Calais to Moscow"
And he slept on
In the old sarcophagus
While the aeroplanes
Droned their motors
Between Napoleon's mausoleum
And the cool night stars
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