The Oriole’s Secret. 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 sceptic showeth me;
    “No, sir! In thee!”