Alright, I'm a day late, but its still a really cool thing.
This is my favorite poem of all time. It's not necessarily super happy, but I still love it.
Invictus by William Earnest 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. | |
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In the fell clutch of circumstance |
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I have not winced nor cried aloud. | |
Under the bludgeonings of chance | |
My head is bloody, but unbowed. | |
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears | |
Looms but the Horror of the shade, |
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And yet the menace of the years | |
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. | |
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It matters not how strait the gate, | |
How charged with punishments the scroll, | |
I am the master of my fate: |
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I am the captain of my soul. |
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