The roses hush, the silence grows,
It blooms with everything you show.
One fleeting glance, one tender sigh,
And all the night forgets to die.

The ivy sways, the breezes lean,
To frame the light they’ve softly seen.
The sky grows mild, the air turns sweet,
And all creation bows in feat.

The roses hush, the shadows fade,
The world is softer where you’ve stayed.
No star can hold, no night can keep,
The gentle glow that runs so deep.