Sunday, 5 August 2012

Invictus

 "Invictus" is a short Victorian poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903

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.

2 comments:

  1. A wonderful poem Don, those last two lines, "I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul." Powerful! Thanks for sharing it.

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  2. Denise it was those two lines that made me post it.

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