Uphill

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.

Commentary

Well, Thomas and I seem to have synched index numbers :) We apologize for the inconvenience.

Again, there is very little to say about this poem - it speaks for itself. Like most of Rossetti’s poems, it is characterized by a simple, lyrical style and a twilight-steeped atmosphere; note also the mildly unusual, but effective ‘conversational’ style.

This was, incidentally, the poem that first won Rossetti favourable public attention.

— Martin


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #47 · 29 March 1999

Poem selected by Martin DeMello

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