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.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- White In The Moon The Long Road Lies
- Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear
- Hughley Steeple
- The Day Of Battle
- The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux