A. E. Housman



A Shropshire Lad

Now hollow fires
burn out to black



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A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

A Shropshire Lad


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.




The Isle of Portland

Hughley Steeple