One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole - So drunk he disavows it With badinage divine - So dazzling we mistake him For an alighting Mine - A Pleader - a Dissembler - An Epicure - a Thief - Betimes an Oratorio - An Ecstasy in chief - The Jesuit of Orchards He cheats as he enchants Of an entire Attar For his decamping wants - The splendor of a Burmah The Meteor of Birds, Departing like a Pageant Of Ballads and of Bards - I never thought that Jason sought For any Golden Fleece But then I am a rural man With thoughts that make for Peace - But if there were a Jason, Tradition bear with me Behold his lost Aggrandizement Upon the Apple Tree | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY CHILDREN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |