LX. Now hollow fires burn out to black. Housman, A. E. 1896. A Shropshire Lad

A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.

LX. Now hollow fires burn out to black


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,	5
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There’s nothing but the night.