Now Hollow Fires Burn out to Black – Poem by A. E. Housman

Poem 96 - 100 days of poetry

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.

Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night.

A Shropshire Lad - Poem LX

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