Up-Hill Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Up-Hill
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' is a haunting dialogue poem. Six questions by a traveler on a journey at nightfall, and six encouraging answers given by the host at the inn. On a deeper level, it could be the traveler seeks rest after his life's labor. He will find rest in death. 'Will there be beds for me and all who seek? / Yea, beds for all who come'.
A striking dialogue between a traveler and some who answers the questions cryptically. I like this poem very much.
one of my top favorite poems of Christina Georgina Rossetti! Love to read all the times i encounter!
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