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.
 

Poems by This Author

Monna Innominata [I dream of you, to wake] by Christina Rossetti
I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Monna Innominata [I loved you first] by Christina Rossetti
I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Monna Innominata [I wish I could remember] by Christina Rossetti
I wish I could remember that first day
A Bird Song by Christina Rossetti
A Birthday by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti
In The bleak mid-winter
An Apple Gathering by Christina Rossetti
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
Clouds by Christina Rossetti
White sheep, white sheep
Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
Morning and evening
Holy Innocents by Christina Rossetti
Sleep, little Baby, sleep
Remember by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Song ["When I am dead, my dearest"] by Christina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
The Thread of Life by Christina Rossetti
The irresponsive silence of the land
To My Mother by Christina Rossetti
To-day's your natal day
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Winter: My Secret. by Christina Rossetti
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I
[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome] by Christina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome


Further Reading

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Friends, I Will Not Cease
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by William Ernest Henley
Knows how to forget! (433)
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The Character of a Happy Life
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The Choir Invisible
by George Eliot
The Graduate Leaving College
by George Moses Horton
The Road Not Taken
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The Writer
by Richard Wilbur
Today We Make the Poet's Words Our Own
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow