The roses hush, the breezes rest,
They fold their whispers in your chest.
The night itself dissolves away,
To guard your glow until the day.

The ivy sways, the dusk grows kind,
It bends before your radiant mind.
The world grows still, the shadows fall,
And beauty reigns above it all.

The roses hush, the stars incline,
They yield their glow to what is thine.
The silence grows, the heavens stay,
To guard your flame in soft array.