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 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
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed
I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air Between the Heaves of Storm The eyes around had wrung them dry And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset when the king Be witnessed in the Room
I willed my Keepsakes Signed away What portion of me be Assignable and then it was There interposed a Fly
With Blue uncertain stumbling Buzz
Between the light and me And then the Windows failed and then