Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black

By A. E. Housman

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. 

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