Christina Rossetti: 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?   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?   Yea, beds for all who come.