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?
Yes, beds
for all who come. |
