The ivy climbs, the dusk grows mild,
It softens for beauty’s child.
The shadows bow, the silence falls,
Before the glow that crowns the walls.

The roses hush, the night leans low,
It trembles just to see you glow.
The winds retreat, the heavens stay,
To fold your flame in soft array.

The stones once still now softly sing,
They hum the warmth your light can bring.
Their silence fades, their shadows flee,
Awakened by your melody.