Uphill Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind uphill 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 the door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labor you shall find sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.