Uphill

Christina Rossetti

Does the road wind uphill all the way?

            Yes,
to the very end.

Will the day’s journey take the whole
long day?

            From
morn to night, my friend.

 

But is there for the night a
resting-place?

            A
roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

May
not the darkness hide it from my face?

            You cannot miss that inn.

 

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

            Those
who have gone before.

Then must I knock, or call when just in
sight?

            They
will not keep you standing at that door.

 

Shall
I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?

            Of labor you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who
seek?

            Yea,
beds for all who come.

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