Monday, May 26, 2008

From Jeffrey Archer's A Prison Diary

INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever Gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced or 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 makes 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.

--WIlliam Ernest Henley
(1849-1903)

1 comment:

bing said...

I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.


beautiful words by ernest!

bing