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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!"

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