Up-hill

Christina Georgina Rossetti

     Does the road wind up-hill 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 labour 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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