by: Christina Rossetti
- OES the road wind up-hill all
- 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.
MORE POEMS BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
"Uphill" is reprinted
from Macmillan's Magazine (Feb. 1861).