EppsNet Archive: Alfred Edward Housman

Nothing But the Night


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. — A. E. Housman, “A Shropshire Lad” Read more →