'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.'
Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti
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