User:Startingstone

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night > 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 grieved 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.