The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition


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 aƫroplanes

Droned their motors

Between Napoleon's mausoleum

And the cool night stars.