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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE LORDS OF THE MAIN by JOSEPH STANSBURY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 59. AL-MUBDI by EDWIN ARNOLD |