Trying to identify the title and author of a poem which begins 'The night has made a nosegay of the stars'

The night has made a nosegay of the stars

Bound with straying fragrance from the south:

Of wax-white jasmine, and of that dark Rose –

That sombre Rose – to whom the fountains sing –

(She seems so like a wild heart listening)…

Slowly the radiant flowers – one by one –

Are freed, and float in silence out of sight…

Across the far pavilion of the moon

A shadow passes – in swift ordered flight

Wild geese, miles high, whose echoed trumpet call

Soars eastward – sweeping to the port of dawn.

Trying to identify the title and author of a poem which begins 'The night has made a nosegay of the stars'
Emily Dickenson? Sounds like her style of poetry.