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(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 drop 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.