William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903) was a British poet and writer. At the age of fourteen, Henley contracted tuberculosis of the bone and had his left leg amputated. Despite his ill-breath. Henley led a full, active life for many years, becoming a renowned editor and publisher in this time.
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:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus is Latin word which means 'undefeated'. Is this a suitable title for this poem? Why or why not?