Out of the night that covers me,
Black 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 bloody, 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 with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
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4 comments:
I haven't read this in a long time. This poem was a favorite of my mothers. Thanks for sharing it.
It's always so lovely coming to your journal...like a trip to the library! hugs.
I think ur journal is really cool thnx for sharing these thoughts!
Very deep indeed. I feel this way too. I like the last line most. :)
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