The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They spread your fragrance far and wide.
The stars delay, the heavens glow,
To keep your flame from fading slow.

The ivy sways, the dusk grows kind,
It bends before your radiant mind.
The night itself forgets its role,
And bows before your gentle soul.

The roses hush, the stars obey,
They fold their shine to mark your way.
The moonlight pales, the shadows flee,
When touched by what your spirit be.