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.
Lx: Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black
Alfred Edward Housman
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Poem topics: fear, never, night, endless, square, black, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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