The roses hush, the winds grow shy,
They breathe your name into the sky.
The moon delays, the heavens stay,
To guard your flame in night’s array.

The ivy sways, the dusk grows warm,
It bows before your shining form.
The world dissolves, the silence clears,
Whenever your bright soul appears.

The roses hush, the stars obey,
They fold their glow to light your way.
The night is changed, the heavens stay,
To guard your flame in soft array.