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 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.
William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley
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