A Poem from me to you

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 or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but 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 punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Dikt skriven av: William Ernest Henley

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