Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed <br />His style so sharp to scar imperial brows, <br />And lent the lustre lightening <br />The gloom in Dante's murky verse that flows,-- <br />Muse Indignation! haste and help <br />My building up before this roseate realm <br />And its fruitless victories, <br />Whence transient shame Right's prophets overwhelm, <br />So many pillories deserved, <br />That eyes to come will pry without avail <br />Upon the wood impenetrant, <br />And glean no glitter of its tarnished tale.<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indignation-2/
