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...ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE] by THOMAS LODGE AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE HERETIC'S TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING NOCTURNE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |