Grave Men

Against the dying of the light Grave men, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors Against the dying of the light And you, there on the sad height Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray Rage, rage against the dying of the light Against the dying of the light Grave men, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors And 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 Against the dying of the light