Invictus

BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

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.

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 matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,




Invictus William Henley MDCCCXLIX - MCMIII  Nox operit de me   Niger lacum ut polus, Gratias ago deorum quisquis sit,   Quia invictus animus est.     Et cecidit in re tenues   Quia non clamavit, nec durae. In casu de bludgeonings   Caput est sanguinum, sed constans reperiaris.     Vltra locum irae et lacrimae   Sed talibus horrorem umbra, Annis tamen denuntiatione   Invenit et non invenient me interrita fertur.     Non refert quam angusta porta   Quo crimine poenas librum Ego dominum meum casum   Sed sum princeps animae meae.