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1830–1886

THE ORIOLE'S SECRET.

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!”

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