Lo! Victress On The Peaks

Lo! Victress On The Peaks

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

verse;

But a book, containing night's darkness, and blood-dripping wounds,

And psalms of the dead.