Oriole

To hear an Oriole sing (poem 526)
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!”