One of the ones that Midas touched by Emily Dickinson
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 --
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