A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

In one year they sent a million fighters forth

  South and North,

  And they built their gods a brazen pillar high

  As the sky

  Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force–

  Gold, of course.

  O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!

  Earth’s returns

  For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!

  Shut them in,

  With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!

  Love is best.

  –Robert Browning, Love Among the Ruins

  Love Is Best