The most romantic love poems

I Smile at Love

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I smile at Love, and all its arts,
  The charming Cynthia cried:
Take heed, for Love has piercing darts,
  A wounded swain replied.
Once free and blest as you are now,
  I trifled with his charms,
I pointed at his little bow,
  And sported with his arms,
Till urged too far, Revenge! he cries,
  A fatal shaft he drew,
It took its passage through your eyes,
  And to my heart it flew.

To tear it thence I tried in vain;
  To strive, I quickly found
Was only to increase the pain,
  And to enlarge the wound.
Ah! much too well, I fear, you know
  What pain I'm to endure,
Since what your eyes alone can do
  Your heart alone can cure.
And that (grant Heaven, I may mistake!)
  I doubt is doom'd to bear
A burden for another's sake,
  Who ill rewards its care.

Sir John Vanbrugh (1664 – 1726)

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