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