by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

Now hollow fires burn out to black
Language: English 
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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Confirmed with Housman, A.E. A Shropshire Lad. London: K. Paul, Trench, Treubner, 1896;, 1999.


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