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
Opon the
Apple Tree —