Tuesday, April 08, 2008

NPM: Now hollow fires burn out to black

April is National Poetry Month. I intend to celebrate it by posting a poem every day. This one is by A.E. Housman.

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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