Up-hill 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 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.