Emily Dickinson - To hear an Oriole sing lyrics

526 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!"