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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.