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Poetry of the legends

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black - Alfred Edward 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 to left nor right: 
In all the endless road you tread 
There's nothing but the night.


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