Thus we behold two illustrious Apostles contented scarcely to be mentioned in Holy Scripture: which celestial partial eclipse is followed up by their sharing one Festival between them.
(Christina Rossetti, Time Flies: A Reading Diaryj)
My zeal clamours for heaven,
Grabs it with its fists,
Wrestles glory to make it mine,
Steals the horizon and tames it.
But zeal that sits beneath heaven
And raises humble hands,
Is glorified, transfigured,
For seeking not its own:
The zeal that, like the silent moon,
Longs only to reflect;
That lets the dark horizon shine
To make the Son’s light known.
My zeal that clamours for itself
Dies faintly in the shade.
But zeal that lets itself eclipse
Will glimmer wild and bright.
The Consolations of Writing 