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 no winced nor cried aloud;
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

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Original Citation

Henley, William Ernest. Book of Verses. London: David Nutt, 1888.

Current Citation

Henley, William Ernest. "Invictus." A Selection of Poems. White Press, 2015, st. 1.