"France! At the hour when you bow down…" (V. Hugo, Les Châtiments, Edition nationale, t4)

"France! at the hour when you prostrate yourself,
The foot of a tyrant on your forehead,
The voice will come out of the caves,
The chained will tremble.

The banished one, standing on the shore,
Contemplating the star and the flood,
Like those heard in dreams,
Will speak in the shadows aloud;

And his words that threaten,
His words whose lightning flashes
Will be like hands that pass
Holding swords in the night."