Press Onward
Text by Christina Rossetti

Press onward, quickened souls,

who mounting move,
Press onward, upward,

fire with mounting fire;


Gathering volume of untold desire
Press upward, homeward,

dove with mounting dove.
Point me the excellent way that leads above;


Woo me with sequent will,

me too to aspire;
With sequent heart to follow higher and higher,
To follow all who follow on to love.


Up the high steep, across the golden sill,
Up out of shadows into very light,
Up out of dwindling life to life aglow,
I watch you, my beloved, out of sight;—


Sight fails me, and my heart is watching still:
My heart fails,

yet I follow on to know.