Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

A Shropshire Lad. 60. 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 left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
 There's nothing but the night.

1. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
2. Last Poems. 16. Spring Morning
3. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
4. A Shropshire Lad. 17. Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
5. Last Poems. 22. The Sloe Was Lost in Flower

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