To Hear an Oriole Sing, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To Hear an Oriole Sing

526

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,

As unto Crowd—

The Fashion of the Ear

Attireth that it hear

In Dun, or fair—

So whether it be Rune,

Or whether it be none

Is of within.

The “Tune is in the Tree—”

The Skeptic—showeth me—

“No Sir! In Thee!”

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