Statistics
Carl Sandburg
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.
