Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Lo! Victress On The Peaks - Poem by Walt Whitman

LO! Victress on the peaks!
Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world,
(The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee;)
Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all;
Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee,
Flauntest now unharm'd, in immortal soundness and bloom--lo! in these
hours supreme,
No poem proud, I, chanting, bring to thee--nor mastery's rapturous
But a book, containing night's darkness, and blood-dripping wounds,
And psalms of the dead.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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