Who knows that Hugo wrote this poem?

What a pity the heart/lake of tears/they are as white as the stones in the cemetery. //It's such a poor back/more pain and load than those between the beaches/on the roof of the brown shack/. //What a poor hand-/Like a fallen leaf on the road/Like a yellow leaf in front of the door. //It's such poor eyes/kind and docile/and sadder than the eyes of livestock in a storm. //It's such a poor man-/In a generous and depressing manner/On the edge of vilen on the earth/Sad and happy!