Now hollow fires burn out to black, <br />And lights are guttering low: <br />Square your shoulders, lift your pack, <br />And leave your friends and go. <br /> <br />Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, <br />Look not to left nor right: <br />In all the endless road you tread <br />There's nothing but the night.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-hollow-fires-burn-out-to-black/
