Something Beautiful #3

Profound kudos go to Bruno T. Raymundo at The Simplest Thing for identifying this:

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

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.

My 7th grade English teacher had this posted on a wall near my desk and I read it every day, but she didn't include a title or author. So, thank you Bruno, for reintroducing me to something I thought was lost.