Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at the end know dark is right,

Because their words have 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 sand 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 rage 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.

Dylan Thomas

St. Michael the Archangel, pray for us.

Church Militant - rage, RAGE against the dying of the Light!