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.
Unknown "Little Devil" - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago

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.
Unknown "Little Devil" - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago

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.
Unknown "Little Devil" - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago

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.
Unknown "Little Devil" - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago

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
Unknown "Little Devil" - 16 years, 10 months, 9 days ago