„I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even
Better than all by this, that through my chase
In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven
I seem'd to see and follow still your face.
Your face my quarry was. For it I rode,
My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.“
— Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
St. Valentine's Day, from Collected Poems (1914)