Analysis of 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.