The roses hush, the winds grow mild,
They guard the steps of beauty’s child.
The stars retreat, the heavens stay,
To fold your light in soft array.

The ivy climbs, the dusk turns kind,
It yields before your radiant mind.
No shadow stays, no silence stands,
Against the warmth your soul commands.

The roses hush, the night bows low,
It trembles just to see you glow.
The stars align, the hours fade,
Beside the grace your spirit made.