Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 39. 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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
2. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 40. The Voice of the Rain
4. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 34. To a Western Boy
5. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 17. The Runner

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