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.

(C) A. E. Housman
01/01/2000


Best Poems of A. E. Housman

• The Recruit
• Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw
• March
• When I Was One-and-twenty
• Loitering With A Vacant Eye
• Bredon Hill
• Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; The Arms You Bear Are Brittle
• It Nods And Curtseys And Recovers
• Is My Team Ploughing
• When I Came Last To Ludlow
• Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now
• Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town
• If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
• On The Idle Hill Of Summer
• Westward On The High-hilled Plains
• Twice A Week The Winter Thorough
• The New Mistress
• If Truth In Hearts That Perish
• In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
• Diffugere Nives (horace, Odes 4.7)
• You Smile Upon Your Friend To-day