#w.e.heaney

Out of the night that covers me  Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods there may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeonings of fate My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms the horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years  Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul.