A Poem for a Thursday #100

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 Did you notice the title of this post? This is my 100th "Poem for a Thursday" post. I am quite impressed with that. I never thought I particularly liked most poems. Obviously, I enjoy poetry more than I thought I did. I have a list of poems I still want to share so I think the Thursday posts will continue for a while. 

Today's poet is Christina Rossetti. She was born in London to Italian parents in 1830. Her father was the poet Gabriele Rossetti and her brother also was a famous poet and painter. Her poetry is often tinged with sadness and has religious overtones. By the time of her death in 1894 she was viewed as one of the most original poets of her time. 

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 labor you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?

   Yea, beds for all who come.


Christina Rossetti


  1. Congratulations on #100! This is a lovely one.

    1. Thank you. I have really enjoyed discovering poetry over the last two years.