What have I done for you ? Nothing or all this and heave too !

Out of the night that covers me,
Black at the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods my 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.
Are yours ?

I do hope my friends you understand ?
Or do you understand ?
"I do not" Because I have only put together
some words, perhaps without scene, 
but, but !