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 sceptic showeth me;
No, sir! In thee!

– THE ORIOLE’S SECRET – To hear an oriole sing by Emily Dickinson

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