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THE ORIOLE - 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 blissful 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 suffer me
Behold his lost emolument
Upon the apple-tree.


Baltimore Oriole facts

Baltimore Oriole


Nest building video

For the Record.
This day came in warm and a bit humid, clouds and sun with rumored rain. The birds and critters are busy. Papa Sparrow has a mouthful for his babes and Mama gets some backtalk from baby ! Chip has some work managing the spiral peanut feeder.

Here's Fyra yesterday afternoon admiring Max Ellis' artwork and her peanuts.