from morn to night, my friend

Up-Hill by 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 itContinue reading “from morn to night, my friend”