Friday, 21 May 2010

Invictus


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.
....................
I am the master of my fate: 
I am the captain of my soul.
(Ernest Hennley - 1849–1903)