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
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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