INVICTUS
by William Ernest Henley, 1849-1903
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods my be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloodied but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged the punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Hope you like it...
2 comments:
One of my favorites too. I will tell you right now, of all the classes I took in College, poetry was one of my favorites (and one of the only ones that I actually kept the book). I love sitting and reading through it every now and then...This one is definately poigniant isn't it?
I really like that it says we are responsible for how we handle difficulties in our lives. We are our own dictators.
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