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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. SIC TRANSIT by THOMAS CAMPION A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 50 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |