A Shropshire Lad/LX

by Alfred Edward Housman

LX

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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