Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black - Poem by Alfred Edward 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 to left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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