Saturday, August 27, 2011

'Invictus: After The Boys Of Summer Are Gone,' By William and Donald 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.

Nobody's on the road.
Nobody's on the beach.
The sun goes down alone.
The summer's out of reach.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Out on the road today
I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac.
A voice inside my head said don't look back,
You can never look back.

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.

I thought I knew what love was.
What did I know? Those
Days are gone forever.
I should just let them go.

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.

And I can tell you, my
Love for you will still be strong,
after the boys of
Summer have gone.

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