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It snowed A defeat was our conquest red	A
For once the eagle was hanging its head	A
Sad days the Emperor turned slowly his back	B
On smoking Moscow blent orange and black	B
The water burst avalanche like to reign	C
Over the endless blanched sheet of the plain	C
Nor chief nor banner in order could keep	D
The wolves of warfare were 'wildered like sheep	D
The wings from centre could hardly be known	E
Through snow o'er horses and carts o'erthrown	E
Where froze the wounded In the bivouacs forlorn	E
Strange sights and gruesome met the breaking morn	E
Mute were the bugles while the men bestrode	F
Steeds turned to marble unheeding the goad	F
The shells and bullets came down with the snow	E
As though the heavens hated these poor troops below	E
Surprised at trembling though it was with cold	G
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear the veterans bold	G
Marched stern to grizzled moustache hoar frost clung	H
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung	H
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It snowed went snowing still And chill the breeze	I
Whistled upon the glassy endless seas	I
Where naked feet on on forever went	J
With naught to eat and not a sheltering tent	J
They were not living troops as seen in war	K
But merely phantoms of a dream afar	L
In darkness wandering amid the vapour dim	M
A mystery of shadows a procession grim	M
Nearing a blackening sky unto its rim	M
Frightful since boundless solitude behold	G
Where only Nemesis wove mute and cold	G
A net all snowy with its soft meshes dense	N
A shroud of magnitued for host immense	N
Till every one felt as if left alone	E
In a wide wilderness where no light shone	E
To die with pity none and none to see	O
That from this mournful realm none should get free	O
Their foes the frozen North and Czar that worst	P
Cannon were broken up in haste accurst	P
To burn the frames and make the pale fire high	Q
Where those lay down who never woke or woke to die	Q
Sad and commingled groups that blindly fled	P
Were swallowed smoothly by the desert dread	P
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'Neath folds of blankness monuments were raised	P
O'er regiments and History amazed	P
Could not record the ruin of this retreat	P
Unlike a downfall known before or the defeat	P
Of Hannibal reversed and wrapped in gloom	R
Of Atilla when nations met their doom	R
Perished an army fled French glory then	E
Though there the Emperor He stood and gazed	P
At the wild havoc like a monarch dazed	P
In woodland hoar who felt the shrieking saw	S
He living oak beheld his branches fall with awe	T
Chiefs soldiers comrades died But still warm love	U
Kept those that rose all dastard fear above	U
As on his tent they saw his shadow pass	V
Backwards and forwards for they credited alas	V
His fortune's star It could not could not be	O
That he had not his work to do a destiny	O
To hurl him headlong from his high estate	P
Would be high treason in his bondman Fate	P
But all the while he felt himself alone	E
Stunned with disasters few have ever known	E
Sudden a fear came o'er his troubled soul	W
What more was written on the Future's scroll	W
Was this an expiation It must be yea	X
He turned to God for one enlightening ray	X
'Is this the vengeance Lord of Hosts ' he sighed	P
But the first murmur on his parched lips died	P
'Is this the vengeance Must my glory set '	-
A pause his name was called of flame a jet	P
Sprang in the darkness a Voice answered 'No	E
Not yet '	-
Outside still fell the smothering snow	E
Was it a voice indeed or but a dream	Y
It was the vulture's but how like the sea bird's scream	Y

Victor Marie Hugo

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