The roses hush, the stars lean bright,
They envy all your tender light.
The moon withdraws, the heavens hide,
For all their glow is pale beside.

The ivy climbs, the twilight stays,
It frames your glow in silver haze.
The shadows bow, the silence mild,
To honor beauty’s precious child.

The stones once cracked now hum with peace,
Their weary silence finds release.
They shine anew, their weight is gone,
Awakened by your light at dawn.