Another fine affirmation of love from the 20th century, though its austere author Edwin Muir (1887-1959), would have shunned any hint of public sentimentality on the approach to St Valentine's Day.
His Complete Poems were published by the ASLS in 1991.
Why should your face so please me
That if one little line should stray
Bewilderment would seize me
And drag me down the tortuous way
Out of the moon into the night?
But so, into this tranquil light
You raise me.
How could our minds so marry
That, separate, blunder to and fro,
Make for a point, miscarry,
And blind as headstrong horses go?
Though now they in their promised land
At pleasure travel hand in hand
This concord is an answer
To questions far beyond our mind
Whose image is a dancer.
All effort is to ease refined
Here, weight is light; this is the dove
Of love and peace, not heartless love
And yet I still must wonder
That such an armistice can be
And life roll by in thunder
To leave this calm with you and me.
This tranquil voice of silence, yes,
This single song of two, this is