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.
Up-hill
Christina Rossetti
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Poem topics: I miss you, dark, friend, journey, travel, wind, weak, long, place, face, door, roof, hide, labour, slow, comfort, Valentine's Day, night, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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