Darkness more clear than noon-day holdeth her,
Silence more musical than any song;
Even her very heart has ceased to stir:
Until the morning of Eternity
Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be;
And when she wakes she will not think it long.
138. Up-hill
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?