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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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I
I


To hear an Oriole sing
To hear an Oriole sing
 
May be a common thing
May be a common thing -
 
Or only a divine.
Or only a divine.


It it not of the Bird
It it not of the Bird
Who sings the same, unheard,
Who sings the same, unheard,
 
As unto Crowd
As unto Crowd -
 
 


The Fashion of the Ear
The Fashion of the Ear
Attireth that it hear
Attireth that it hear
 
In Dun, or fair
In Dun, or fair -
 
 


So whether it be Rune,
So whether it be Rune,
Or whether it be none
Or whether it be none
Is of within.
Is of within.


 
The "Tune is in the Tree "
 
The Skeptic showith me
The "Tune is in the Tree -"
 
The Skeptic - showith me -
 
"No sir!  In Thee!"
"No sir!  In Thee!"


II
II


At Half past Three, a single Bird
At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.
Of cautious melody.


At Half past Four, Experiment
At Half past Four, Experiment
Had subjugated test
Had subjugated test
And lo, Her silver Principle
And lo, Her silver Principle
Supplanted all the rest.
Supplanted all the rest.


At Half past Seven, Element
At Half past Seven, Element
 
Nor Implement, be seen
Nor Implement, be seen -
 
And Place was where the Presence was
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.
Circumference between.


III
III


 
A Bird came down the Walk
 
He did not know I saw
A Bird came down the Walk -
 
He did not know I saw -
 
He bit an Angleworm in halves
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And ate the fellow, raw,


And then he drank a Dew
And then he drank a Dew
 
From a convenient Grass
From a convenient Grass -
 
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
 
To let a Beetle pass
To let a Beetle pass -
 
 


He glanced with rapid eyes
He glanced with rapid eyes
 
That hurried all around
That hurried all around -
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought
 
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought -
 
He stirred his Velvet Head
He stirred his Velvet Head


Like one in danger, Cautious,
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And he unrolled his feathers
 
And rowed him softer home
And rowed him softer home -
 
 


Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
 
Too silver for a seam
Too silver for a seam -
 
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.
Leap, plashless as they swim.


''-Emily Dickinson''}}




''-Emily Dickinson''
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General Information

Title: Emily's Birds
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: Emily Dickinson
Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Unison
Genre: SecularChildren's song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2022
Description: Three short songs set for Unison Children's Chorus

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Original text and translations

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I

To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing —
Or only a divine.

It it 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 — showith me —
"No sir! In Thee!"

II

At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.

At Half past Four, Experiment
Had subjugated test
And lo, Her silver Principle
Supplanted all the rest.

At Half past Seven, Element
Nor Implement, be seen —
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.

III

A Bird came down the Walk —
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass —
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass —

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around —
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought —
He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home —

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam —
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.

-Emily Dickinson