Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Old age should burn and rave at the 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 lighting 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 meteors and be happy
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.

-Dylan Thomas ,1914-1953