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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE THE THREE BEST THING: 1. WORK by HENRY VAN DYKE SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INSCRIPTIONS: 8 by MARK AKENSIDE SONNET by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |