William Ernest Henley

  • Ballade of Midsummer Days and Nights

    With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams
      The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise,
    And the winds are one with the clouds and beams—
        Midsummer days! midsummer days!
      The dusk grows vast; in a purple haze,
    While the west from a rapture of...

  • Invictus

    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...