The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They hum your name on every side.
The heavens lean, the hours fall,
And beauty reigns above it all.

The ivy sways, the night delays,
It crowns your form with silver haze.
The world itself dissolves to true,
And folds its silence into you.

The roses hush, the winds grow mild,
They sing in awe of beauty’s child.
Each petal falls, each fragrance stays,
To mark the path your spirit lays.