[GrangLoset] Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that
good night,
Old age should burn and rave at
close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying
of the light.

Though wise men at their end know
dark is right,
Because their words had forked
no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that
good night.

Good men, the last wave by,
crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have
danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying
of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang
the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve
it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that
good night.

Grave men, near death, who see
with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like
meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying
of the light.

And you, my father, there
on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your
fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that
good night.
Rage, rage against the dying
of the light.