Quote#Friendship
Now hollow fires burn out to black
Quote byAlfred Edward Housman · 1859–1936
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Shropshire Lad (1896), No. 60.
English (original)
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.
— Alfred Edward Housman
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