Monday, 25 October 2010



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumst
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 t
he shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me

It matters not how strait the
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my sou

William Ernest Henley
This is by far my favourite poem. Ever. It just lifts me up whenever I read it, especially the last paragraph.

'I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.'

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