How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl <br />When in the eagle talons ta'en in air! <br />A-glow, I snatched thee from thy prey, fowl! <br />I held thee, abject conqueror, just where <br />All see the stigma of a fitting name <br />As deeply red as deeply black's thy shame! <br />And though thy matchless impudence may frame <br />Some mask of seeming courage, spite thy sneear <br />(And thou assurest sloth and skunk, 'It does not hurt!') <br />Thou feel'st it burning, in and in; and Fear <br />Says, 'None forget it till shall hide congenial dirt!'<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/napoleon-the-little/
