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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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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,
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No poem proud, I chanting bring to thee, nor mastery's rapturous
verse,
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But a cluster containing night's darkness and blood-dripping
wounds,
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