Poemsby Emily Dickinson

The Oriole's Secret

 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!"