The stones once worn by years of pain,
Now shimmer softly in your name.
Their cracks dissolve, their weight is gone,
Awakened by the light of dawn.

The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They hum your name on every side.
The moon delays, the heavens lean,
To crown your soul with silver sheen.

The ivy sways, the wall grows warm,
It bends before your shining form.
The dusk grows soft, the night is mild,
It bows before the radiant child.