Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods might be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not cried nor winced 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.
By William Earnest Henley
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PoetryNot my poems!!! I'll start this for school to memorize a poem. My teacher wants us to know the poem by heart and says it inspired many: "Invictus" by William Earnest Henley (1875) (Need this for my social studies course in English, English is not my...
