#up-hill

[itspileofgoodthings]

Up-Hill, Christina Rossetti

[pathofregeneration]

Gilbert Williams, Sacred Journey

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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.”

— Christina Rosetti

[mojamars]

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 by Christina Rossetti

[bwthornton]

Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti #ChristinaRossetti #UpHill #poetry #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead

[p-isforpoetry]

"Up-Hill" by Christina Rossetti (read by Dame Helen Mirren)

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.

Source: The Poets' Corner

[poemmedicine]

Up-Hill

Christina 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.

[lyricalcinema]

But is there for a 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..... Christina Rossetti

[unlearnedreader-blog]

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.

Up-Hill, Christina Rossetti