I found this poem in my english book and we were meant to analyse it during english class and I fell in love with it. Nevermind that fact that the poet wrote this when his leg was about to be amputated, and that it's very short compared to other victorian poems, I still love its strong message of mastering my own fate and the motivation. Here we go.
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.