The roses hush, the moonlight stays,
It crowns your form in silver rays.
Yet all its glow, though soft and kind,
Still pales beside the light you bind.

The stones grow warm, the ivy sighs,
It trembles under twilight skies.
For in your gaze the world will see,
A song of calm eternity.

The roses hush, the breezes rest,
They fold their whispers in your chest.
The night itself dissolves away,
To guard the flame of where you stay.