"THAT was the thrush's last good-night," I thought, <br />And heard the soft descent of summer rain <br />In the droop'd garden leaves; but hush! again <br />The perfect iterance,--freer than unsought <br />Odours of violets dim in woodland ways, <br />Deeper than coiled waters laid a-dream <br />Below moss'd ledges of a shadowy stream, <br />And faultless as blown roses in June days. <br />Full-throat'd singer! art thou thus anew <br />Voiceful to hear how round thyself alone <br />The enriched silence drops for thy delight <br />More soft than snow, more sweet than honey-dew? <br />Now cease: the last faint western streak is gone, <br />Stir not the blissful quiet of the night.<br /><br />Edward Dowden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-iv-the-singer/
