Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight,
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay.

Sunshine swallows, and nods. Even if he doesn't see it, the thought is there and she knows he hears it.

Trying single-handedly to hold back a flood? Refusing to give in, and refusing to back down, despite the threat of annihilation?

Like either of them could deny the nobility in that. It's what they do, after all.

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.