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Uphill
Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830-1894
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 waiting 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.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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