The stone wall sighs, the darkness breaks,
It hums the tune your spirit wakes.
Its silence gone, its weight is free,
Awakened by your melody.

The ivy climbs, the dusk turns warm,
It bows before your shining form.
The shadows flee, the silence mild,
To crown the glow of beauty’s child.

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.