William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley Poems
|162.||Let Us Be Drunk||4/12/2010|
|163.||Ballade Of Dead Actors||1/3/2003|
|164.||The Rain And The Wind||1/3/2003|
|165.||A Wink From Hesper||4/12/2010|
|166.||Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom||1/3/2003|
|168.||Between The Dusk Of A Summer Night||1/1/2004|
|169.||It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon||4/12/2010|
|170.||O Gather Me The Rose||1/3/2003|
|171.||I Am The Reaper||1/1/2004|
|172.||A Love By The Sea||4/12/2010|
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.
If I Were King
If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all with bland blue weather.
Delight alone would need to shed a tear,
For dream and deed should war no more together.
Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear;
Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather;
And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere,