Let us go gentle into that good light,
Old age should turn to brave the close of day;
Courage guag’d against the flighting of its wight.
Let us go gentle into that good light,
Old age should turn to brave the close of day;
Courage guag’d against the flighting of its wight.
..he was brought low,
Burning in the bride bed of love, in the whirl-
Pool at the wanting centre, in the folds
Of paradise, in the spun bud of the world.
And she rose with him flowering in her melting snow