Do no go gentle into that good n

Do not go gentle into that good night

Old age should burn and rave at close of the 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.

作者：Dylan Thomas 狄兰·托马斯