Dorothy Parker - Lines On Reading Too Many Poets lyrics

Roses, rooted warm in earth Bud in rhyme, another age Lilies know a ghostly birth Strewn along a patterned page Golden lad and chimbley sweep Die; and so their song shall keep Wind that in Arcadia starts In and out a couplet plays And the drums of bitter hearts Beat the measure of a phrase Sweets and woes but come to print Quae cum ita sint