Daily Whitman


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 cluster containing night's darkness and blood-dripping wounds,
  And psalms of the dead.

Posted on 11/02/2015, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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