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Poem: Up-Hill

Does the road wind uphill 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 the 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 Rossetti
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This is one of my absolute favorite poems of all time! <333333 Even though my first encounter with it was on an AP practice exam.
I remember engaging in a very heated but good class discussion about this poem. Looks simple, but really, really isn't.