Love is best

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.
Oh 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'