Oriole lyrics

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
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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