Napoleon III

His silent spirit from the place     Slid forth unseen; amid the throng     Of those whose love outlived disgrace,     Whose fealty to the last was strong.     Midst homage, neath Fates adverse reign,     Paid to the star shorn of its rays,     How passed the Exile? Lingering fain,     As never once in prouder days?     The Mother and the Child were there,     Discrowned and disinherited!     No hand henceforth to right the heir;     New griefs to bow the golden head.     How passed Napoleon? Prizing more,     Old fame in camp and council won     Or fearless Englands aegis, oer     The future of her allys son?     Gate of that World we know not yet,     What thou beheldst who may proclaim!     Were spirit-ranks, in order set,     Haunting thy portals, as he came,     With voices murmuring, Our life torch,     Unspent, was quenched at his behest?     Did bygone princes fill the porch,     Bourbon, and Valois, and the rest?     How passed the soldier? Cold and stern,     Mid weaponless reproachful ghosts,     As when he led them forth to learn     How fight the hardy German hosts?     How passed the Emperor where THEY gazed,     Once wearers of the ancient crown?     As one who knew its lustre blazed     The brighter ere he laid it down?     How passed he? brighter grows the dream!     Past yon accusing spirit-band,     Beyond the scornful Old Rgime,     Another group of watchers stand!     Those hands are stretched to greet him now     That once Charlemagnes proud sceptre won;     While hastes Hortense with beaming brow,     No longer banished from her son!