A Shropshire Lad/Now hollow fires burn out to black

by Alfred Edward Housman

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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 treadThere's nothing but the night.

 

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