Alfred Edward Housman

Here you will find the Poem Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black of poet Alfred Edward Housman

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