Now hollow fires burn out to black (thing)

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.

A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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• hollow
• dreadnaught
• third eye
• A.E. Housman
• A Shropshire Lad
• The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
• The vane on Hughley steeple

• leave your friends
• There's nothing but the night.