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 fairies
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole it, thank the gods
whatever that is for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud anxiety.
Under the blows of the ax
fate of my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror
of shadows, yet the menace of the years
find me, and I will, without fear.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the
life.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
thank George (IV Braucci Caivano and high school) that I suggested the combination of this poem. Students for a teacher is the best book yet written to be read.
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