Do not go gentle into that good night,
\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day;
\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
\nBecause their words had forked no lightning they
\nDo not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
\nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
\nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
\nDo not go gentle into that good night.<\/p>\n
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
\nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
\nCurse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
\nDo not go gentle into that good night.
\nRage, rage against the dying of the light.<\/p>\n
\u2014Dylan Thomas, 1947<\/p>\n