The stones once bare are lit with grace,
They shine because they see your face.
Their cracks are healed, their weight is gone,
Transformed into the light of dawn.

The roses hush, the moon bows low,
It yields before your gentle glow.
Each star dissolves, each shadow fades,
When beauty’s light the night pervades.

The ivy leans, the dusk grows warm,
It bends before your shining form.
The silence breaks, the shadows fall,
And beauty reigns above it all.