William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley Poems
|161.||Ballade Of Dead Actors||1/3/2003|
|162.||If I Were King||1/3/2003|
|163.||The Rain And The Wind||1/3/2003|
|165.||A Wink From Hesper||4/12/2010|
|167.||Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom||1/3/2003|
|168.||It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon||4/12/2010|
|169.||Between The Dusk Of A Summer Night||1/1/2004|
|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.
Ballade Of Dead Actors
Where are the passions they essayed,
And where the tears they made to flow?
Where the wild humours they portrayed
For laughing worlds to see and know?
Othello's wrath and Juliet's woe?
Sir Peter's whims and Timon's gall?
And Millamant and Romeo?
Into the night go one and all.
Where are the braveries, fresh or frayed?