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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

842. 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         5
  I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
  My head is bloody, but unbow’d. 
 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,  10
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 fate:  15
  I am the captain of my soul.