Franklin P. Adams - And Yet It Is A Gentle Art lyrics

(Parody is a genre frowned upon by your professors of literature... And yet it is a gentle art- 'The Point of View' in May _Scribner's_.) A sweet disorder in the verse That never looks behind Shall profit not who steals my purse, Let joy be unconfined! How vainly men themselves amaze! The stars began to blink, An art that there were few to praise, Nor any dropp to drink. O sleep, it is a blessed thing Which I must ne'er enjoy! There never was a fairer spring Than when I was a boy. One fond embrace and then we part! Good-by, my lover, good-by! And yet it is a gentle art, Which nobody can deny.