To hear an oriole sing Poem by Emily Dickinson


To hear an oriole sing
May be a common thing,
Or only a divine.

It is not of the bird
Who sings the same, unheard, 5
As unto crowd.

The fashion of the ear
Attireth that it hear
In dun or fair.

So whether it be rune, 10
Or whether it be none,
Is of within;

The “tune is in the tree,”
The sceptic showeth me;
“No, sir! In thee!”


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