Courtesy of Kyril Bonfiglioli, who uses it a a chapter epigraph in Something Nasty in the Woodshed.
Yea, he is strong, thou say’st,
A mystery many-faced,
The wild beasts know him and the wild birds flee;
The blind night sees him, death
Shrinks beaten at his breath,
And his right hand is heavy on the sea:
We know he hath made us, and is king;
We know not if he care for anything.
Read all of A C Swinburne’s To Victor Hugo.