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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.

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.

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.

 

Image: Light Painting By Simon Berger

© 2012, William Ernest Henley. All rights reserved.

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3 Comments

  1. A wonderful poem and something we should all remember!

    • Larry, that’s such an inspirational poem. I don’t think I’ve read it since I was at school. Thank you for sharing it with us. This kind of poem Never goes out of style!

  2. I don’t think I have ever read this, but I love it. Truly inspirational.

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