| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 71. Statistics |
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| NAPOLEON shifted, | |
| Restless in the old sarcophagus | |
| And murmured to a watchguard: | |
| “Who goes there?” | |
| “Twenty-one million men, | 5 |
| Soldiers, armies, guns, | |
| Twenty-one million | |
| Afoot, horseback, | |
| In the air, | |
| Under the sea.” | 10 |
| 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.” | 15 |
| And he slept on | |
| In the old sarcophagus | |
| While the aëroplanes | |
| Droned their motors | |
| Between Napoleon’s mausoleum | 20 |
| And the cool night stars. | |
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