The roses hush, the garden bends,
Its fragrance flows where beauty sends.
The stars confess, the heavens bow,
For all belongs to you somehow.

The ivy sways, the breezes lean,
They frame the sight they once had seen.
The dusk obeys, the hours stay,
And hold the night you lighted way.

The roses hush, the moon turns mild,
It bends to crown its chosen child.
Each shadow fades, each star takes flight,
Enchanted wholly by your light.