Monday, August 23, 2010

Poetry: William Ernest Henly

Invictus
By William Ernest Henly

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have never winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
Yet the menace of the years
Find and shall find me unafraid

It matter not how strait the gate
How much punishment is in the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

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