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.