[/FONT][FONT=arial, helvetica]Do not go gentle into that good night, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Old age should burn and rage at close of day; [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Though wise men at their end know dark is right, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Because their words had forked no lightning they [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Do not go gentle into that good night. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Do not go gentle into that good night. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [/FONT][FONT=arial, helvetica]And you, my father, there on the sad height, [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Do not go gentle into that good night. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/FONT]